SLOPES

You have to say somethin' to me like We have to have a conversation real quick Boy, you really have to, you have, give me a Ayy, summertime shit, I got bands, ayy Benjamin and me best friends, ayy, swervin' these hoes I'm tired of shawties that hate when they not on the 'Gram, whoa "Oh my god Warren like hello", I'm back on my bullshit, don't sugarcoat, baby Fuck it, I still want the coupe to be navy Her cream color Coco like whoa-whoa I need a crib up in Soho, New Yorkie like Biggie I treated 'Chella like that shit, no biggie Still got the pac, hella smoke in my city Hit from the back, now you textin', "You miss me?" Bitch, I got bands and it's stuck in my pants, whoa Feel me? Pockets they dancin' like Britney Bands on me, can't fit my Isseys (yeah) Dior look good when it fit me (yeah) Back in Jakarta, they hope for my downfall I come up like bitch, I'm the man still And they mad, mad, why you mad, mad? And they mad, mad, yeah, yeah Pull up with a fit and they mad mad, huh Show money bags in my backpack, huh Introducin' Warren, your grandad, huh Steppin' on rap motherfucker like roach I don't trust a bitch with a bag brand coach She gon' touch ice, while I bend her, slope Ski, ski, way I sled game, two stick, one dick One to wake they ass up then poke (Offset) quarter million dollars on one stage (quarter million) Niggas wanna come and switch my plate (switch) White man in my pocket, no race (white man) Shawty is a fan with a little bitty waist (hey) Bought a new vert, somebody come race (perks) Pop two perc', can't feel my face (perks) They don't wanna work, these niggas be lazy (lazy) They just wanna surf, I ain't fuckin' with the wave Damn, uh, Issey told you I ain't tame, man Fuck it, do you feel me now? I gotta move weight, I ain't tryna move fake, no way, yeah (ooh) Ooh, fuck 'em, I just been on my thang, yeah Cut 'em cause the mood on strange, yeah Climbin', got it all on tape Trappin' like a bird when he caught his case (brr) The one that was hatin', ain't make it, got erased (erased) Food on your table, 'fore you eat say grace (amen) Album goin' number one, I could taste it (number one) I was born up a star, I'm an alien (star) I'ma sell out arenas and the stadiums (arenas) I got my gang and my family, I ain't tradin' 'em (gang) Niggas hatin', let 'em drown, I ain't savin' 'em (drown) I turn the pain into profit, I should be proud of him (woo) Benjamin in my pocket and I'm countin' 'em Backstage full of people I don't like So I say, "Amen", gotta pray 'fore the pay come in (amen) Every year, gotta change my alias (woo) B.O.T.Y. shawty like the name (yeah), and it stained to my soul Had to track my roads when they watch and they mad, mad And they mad, mad, and they mad, mad (show money bags in my backpack) Pull up with a fit and they mad, mad, huh Show money bags in my backpack, uh Introducin' Warren your grandad, huh Steppin' on rap motherfucker like I was born up a star, I'm an alien They don't wanna work, these niggas don't wanna work (they don't wanna work) I was born up a star, I'm an alien I'ma sell out arenas and the stadiums I got my gang and my family, I ain't tradin' 'em Niggas hatin', let 'em drown I ain't savin' 'em I turn the pain into profit, should be proud of him Nah, nah, fuck that