"SLOPES" lyrics

You have to say something to me like
We have to have a conversation real quick
Boy, you really have to, give me a-

Ayy, summertime shit, I got bands, ayy
Benjamin and me best friends, ayy
Swerving these hoes
I'm tired of shawties that hate when they not on the gram, woah
"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 woah, woah
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 texting "you miss me"
Bitch, I got bands and it's stuck in my pants, woah

Feel me? Pockets they dancin' like Britney
Bands on me, can't fit my Isseys (Yuh)
Dior look good when it fit me (Yuh)
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, yuh, yuh
Pull up with a fit and they mad mad, huh
Show money bags in my backpack, huh
Introducing Warren, your grandad, huh
Stepping 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 fucking with the wave
Damn, uh, Issey told you I ain't tame, man
Fuck it, do you feel me now?
Now I gotta move weight, I ain't tryna move fake, no way, yeah (Ooh)
Ooh, fuck 'em, I just been on my thang, yuh
Cut 'em cause the mood on strange, yuh
Climbing, got it all on tape

Trapping like a bird when he caught his case (Brrr)
The one that was hating, ain't make it, got erased (Erased)
Food on your table, 'fore you eat say grace (Amen)
Album going number one, I could taste it (Number one)
I was born up a star, I'm an alien (Star)
I'mma sell out arenas and the stadiums
I got my gang and my family, I ain't trading 'em (Gang)
Niggas hating, let 'em drown, I ain't saving them (Drown)
I turn the pain into profit, I should be proud of him (Woo)

Benjamin in my pocket and I'm counting them
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 (Yuh)
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, yuh)
Pull up with a fit and they mad, mad, huh
Show money bags in my backpack, uh
Introducing Warren your grandad, huh
Stepping on rap motherfucker like-

I was born up a star, I'm an alien
They don't wanna work, these niggas don't want to work
I was born up a star, I'm an alien
I'mma sell out arenas and the stadiums
I got my gang and my family, I ain't trading 'em
Niggas hating, let 'em drown I ain't saving them
I turn the pain into profit, should be proud of him (Woo)

Nah, nah, fuck that