Slopes - mommy & Philanthrope

You have to say something to me Like we have to have a conversation real quick But you really have to, give me a Aye summertime shit I got bands Aye benjamin and me best friends Aye 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 navy or 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 my city Hit from the back now she texting you miss me Bitch I got bands and it's stuck in my pants woah Feel me? Pockets they dancing like britney Bands on me can't fit my isseys Dior look good when it fit me Back in jakarta they hope for my downfall Come out like bitch I'm the man still And they mad mad Why you mad mad And they mad mad Ya ya Pull up with a fit and they mad mad Show money bags in my backpack Introducing Warren your grandad 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 They just wanna surf I ain't fucking with a wave Issey told u I ain't tame Man fuck it do you feel me now I gotta move weight I ain't tryna move fake no way yea Fuck em I've just been at my thing Cut em cuz the mood on strange Climbing got it all on tape 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 pay come in Every year gotta change my alias B.O.T.Y. shorty like the name and it stained to my soul Had to track my roads while they watch and they mad mad And they mad mad And they mad mad Show money bags in my backpack ya Pull up with a fit and they mad mad Show money bags in my backpack Introducing Warren your grandad Stepping on rap motherfucker like