Slept On

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Fuck is up with these new rappers? Talking down when lookin up to you rappers No auto tune won't know what to do rappers Feminine fashion counterfeit jewels flashing Stage flooded with fools like "who's rapping?" Studio savages, internet goons Acting as if they actually blasting the tool Fans shocked when the static revealing they true status Super heroes how these stupid niggas save hoes Broken bitches tryna fix niggas Ok I hear you what you saying though ? Everyday I hear options from a bitch nigga 6 cents on a Spliff like "who's matching?" These slick woman get subways & rainbows That's for the basics that think they B, tryna claim a Hov No mercy pon a mon soul, tryna change clothes But I guess that's how the game go Guess it's how they game go Niggas asking where the gang go? But if the love changed was they really gang? Secret meeting while I'm seeking achievements For a soul, guess it's something they must see to believe in Moving on, landlords not renewing the leases I need a hit, a new piece or some newer pieces Glad I'm cool with Jesus Bumping loud through your ject stair cases Slept on like real hair & bare faces Burnin backwoods with Kehlani in the bay Neighbors banging on my furness like a party in my basement 2 Pieces on some sorry for the wait shit [Bridge] Shorty 55 like Kyrie on the Blazers Hoops on her nipples & a diamond on her navel Eyes hazels, skin bronze, body amazing Pakistan, Palestine, Saudi Arabia Dropped diamonds since we played "Grindin'" on the tables Murrow halls bodying your favorites Still get the dollars fuck the models & the mottos never changing [Verse 2] This is what they want though (what they want?) Imma give them what they want though (what they want?) Trap is booming but I want more (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Turned the crib into the drug store In the hallway blazing My neighbors complaining I don't really give a fuck though And I still don't give a fuck though Towel under my door, incense burning Dime inside my dorm, let's get this work in I'm tryna study your hips, you ain't on Instagram stunting and shit Now that you here I'm in love with your shit Good lord Take off your clothes but slow it down Girl just take your time Your hair in my lap, pussy on my mind Vodka in your glass, lobster on the grill I just wanna smash, can I be forreal Can I be forreal