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