Grave - Summer Walker

One more nigga come around these parts

Talkin' that shit

Put it on my grave, nigga

I’ma throw a fit, hey

One more nigga come around these parts

Talkin' that shit

Put it on my grave, nigga

I’ma throw a fit

Put it on my grave

Hey

Hey

If you want it, baby

Put it on my grave

Hey

Yeah

Alright now

What do you get

With a body without the soul?

Just a fussy friend, imprinted

Just another name on the role

You don’t lay your head nowhere

'Cause you ain’t no rolling stone

That might work for other kids

But not for me, so don’t call my phone

Put it on your grave

Hey

Hey

If you want it, babe

Put it on my grave

Hey

Here, here, yeah

Hey

Oh

Oh

Thinkin' it’s a joke

Oh

Thinkin' it’s a joke, ooh

Oh

Thinkin' it’s a joke now

It ain’t no joke

I’m about to explode

Ooh

Hey, hey

Come on

Come on, come on, come on, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah