SLOPES (feat. Offset & Warren Hue)

You have to say something to me like
We have to make a conversation real quick-

Ayy, summertime shit, I got bands, ayy
Benjamin and me best friends, ayy
Swerving these hoes
I'm tired of shawties that hang when they not on the gram, woah
Omg 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 treat a 'Chella like that shit no biggie
Still got the pack, let's smoke in my city
Here for the band now you texting you miss me
Bitch, I got bands and it's stuck in my pants, woah

Feel me? Pockets they dancin' like Brittany
Bands on me can't feel my inseams (Yuh)
Dior look good when it fit me (Yuh)
Back in Jakarta, they hope for my downfall
I come up, like bitch, I am next, yuh

And you mad, mad?
Why you mad, mad?
And they mad, mad, yuh (Ayy), yuh
Pull up with a fit and they mad mad, yuh
Show money bands in my backpack, huh
Introduce Warren to your grandad, huh
Stepping on a rack, motherfucker like a roach
I don't trust a bitch with a bad rack coach
She gon' touch ice, while I ban her slope
Ski, ski, [?] one too big then pope

Okay, quarter million dollars on one stage (Quarter million)
Niggas wanna come and switch my plate (Switch)
Why? Man in my pocket no race (White man)
Shawty is a fan with a little bitty waist (Hey)
Bought a verse somebody come race (Perks)
Pop two perks, 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, [?] tank man
Fuck it, do you feel me? Now I gotta move way
I ain't tryna move fake no way, yeah (Ooh)
Ooh, fuck a bitch, I just been to my bank, yuh
Caught 'em cause the mood not strange, yuh
Caught me got it all on tape

Travel like a burb when they count his case (Brrr)
The ones that was hating niggas got erased (Erased)
Food on your table before you each say grace (Amen)
I been going number one I could taste it (Number one)
I was born up a star up on Elliot (Star)
I'ma sell out arenas and the stadiums
I got my gang and my family, I ain't trading 'em (Gang)
Nigga's be hating, let 'em drown I ain't saving them
I turn a pain into profit 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 for the pigment (Amen)
Every year gotta change my alias (Woo)
B.O.T. y shawty like the name is (Yuh)
Staying to my soul, had to track my roles
When they watch and they mad, mad

And they mad, mad?
And they mad, mad?
[?]
Pull up with a fit and they mad, mad, huh
Show money bands in my backpack, uh
Introducing Warren to your grandad, huh
Stepping on a rock, motherfucker like-

I was born up a star up on Elliot
They don't wanna work-
They don't wanna work-
I was born up a star up on Elliot
I'ma 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 a pain into profit should be proud of him (Woo)

Nah, nah, fuck that, ahh