Slope Slippin’ lyrics

(Quinn Ayers)
LateNite sh*t
Yeah
LateNite Yeah
LateNite Yeah
LateNite Yeah
I could give a f*ck, whatchu mean
O-D-D, bad ass b*tch double Ds
That's the clique, if you ain’t widdit D-I-E
AC13 Imma let it f*cking sing
Bussin out the damn beam
All I care about it cream
H-A-M double cheese
Yeah, I'm hard to f*ckin please
All I care about is steez & some double f*ckin Gs
Yuh

(Sean Mac)
I got Goyard on my bag
If it ain't money then it’s drag
Not time for talkin I need cash
All hunnits I need it fast
I made a way on my own
Pitbulls watch my throne
Count this paper leave me lone
At the crib in my zone
Macaulay Culkin I'm home alone
Invite yo b*tch just to bone
My ringtone be her moan
All these hoes I need a clone
Disrespectful on my own
$250 for the zone
Steady plugging all my bros
Designer drip on my clothes
Dressed in white like the pope
I got fantas full of 4's
Paper cuts from these notes
Holy ghost how I glow
Macy day how I float
This is A1 dope
(Quinn Ayers)
I be spittin' facts
To watch your eyes roll f*ckin' back
Bumpin' spooky in da back 
Of da lac dressed in all black
Keep the pistol packed 
I be thumbing through the racks
Always in my f*ckin' bagg
I ain't talkin’ bout the packs
All these girls care about is stacks
That is so f*ckin’ whack
Yuh, Yuh
I'm just talkin’ f*ckin' facts
I'm just talking f*cking facts
I'm just talking f*cking facts

(LateNite Tre)
Water on my toes
I be dripping like the juice man
Baby said she hate me
So I tied up the loose ends
I got season like some Cuban
Off that pack it had me ruined
Trip off a bird like I’m clueless
Straight to the bread like I need the gluten
Call up a shooter have his ass shooting
The game get strange
f*ck all the loose ends
Spitting to fast
Glock f*ck an uzi
Clap like a booty
Make a n*gga woozy
If n*ggas get moody
Whip em with the Louis
She said “Uh um”
No b*tch, excuse me
f*ck on a girl
Fluzies get choosey
Can't f*ck with the law
f*ck boy sue me
Break her heart truly
Gold like I'm Gucci
Shop me a vendor
Contenders all goofy
Watch me Don't lose sleep
f*ck all the peace
n*gga this sh*t deep
Mothers lose sleep
I'm alien I mean no peace
Lift up the beam
Pop a n*gga hot grease
Fresh of a yeam
Leave a b*tch knocknee
Hit it like Rocky
Ice call it hockey
(Quinn Ayers)
I hang w the goth clique
Suck on my rock di*k
Lyrically nauseous
Lyrically toxic
Finish & start sh*t
Whip it, I park it
Light it, I spark it
I keep a stick
Pull it I dip
Big juice what I sip
She gimme lip
Pull off, I dip
Skrt
Like i'm inna race
No tay k
f*ck ray j
Team Kim k
She gimme face
Call my di*k mace
I'm in first place
You on da chase
Can't keep the pace
No leave a trace
No leave a trace
b*tch
Yuh