[Intro: Drake]
I don’t know, I don’t know what’s wrong with you girls
I feel like you all don’t need love
You need someone who can manage you in detail
Do you know what i mean? Tell yourself right from wrong
Who is smart, who is the fool?
Which utensil should you use for which food, e.g
However, I have to figure out a schedule
I can’t really
6ix
[Verse 1: Drake]
You bitches are really getting carried away
When you make mistakes, you ask me to stay
Made me stare at you like I was the arrogant Tae
You took my mind to a terrible place
Whipped and chained like American slaves
Act like you’re not used to enjoying Sheraton stays
I met the nigga you thought could replace him
How did comparisons even come about?
Bitch, next time I swear by my grandmother’s grave
I belittle you for the childish choices you made
Get slim, get slim, get slim
Ayy, that’s not the least bit, I could take on you bitches
Send wires to wires to wires, like Idris
You’re lucky I don’t take back what I was given
I could offer you a payment plan until you turn one hundred and fifty
And my slime here, she got some bars for you niggas
So I’m going to back off and let SZA talk her stuff for a minute
[Chorus: Drake]
Slim down, slim down, slime
[Verse 2: SZA]
Damn, these niggas got me so twisted
How the fuck are you so real but playing a bitch on my line?
I can feel what you’re putting out
I’m too proud not to let no burnt nigga slime me
Stop, drive around, my night, I have time
Let’s discuss all these lies
You’re standing out here like you’re kidding me
And I can’t even get over it now
And you don’t care about the shit you rap about
And I can rotate the stuff, I’ll air it out
I carry on as if it were sawed off
You tell these whores you don’t want to cuddle
But with me, you know, I do all the shit
You tell these whores you don’t cheat
But with me, you know, I’ll get everything
How come you niggas get so carried away?
Trippin’ when that dick barely hits third place
Fucked out of pity, it’s cute that you’re lame
Damn, because there are men who can pretend to like sex
[Chorus: SZA]
I’ll make you slim, I’ll make you slim, I’ll make you slim
Oh-woah, woah
[Verse 3: Drake]
Yes, January, you act like you see life clearly every year
February is the time when you put aside the evil eye and pride
Very scary for the fantasy of getting married
March has already brought you second titles
April, spring is here and like spring you are starting to turn
May brings some warmer days
It gets very brown by the pool
In June you are moving cold and going back and forth with a married man
July, that’s when I found out you were lying
August, it was “baby this,” “baby that,” like your balls were tied
September, we fail, but I’m still the man you want to win over
October is all about me because you should have been over
November, you’ve created your mood board for next year and you’re single
December is the month of giving and now you want to revive, me
Try to build trust, show me your DMs trying to bag you
Ironically, the news I got about you ended up being bad news
Get a nigga hit for fifty racks, girl tasting beef like it’s Wagyu
If you get a nigga hit, I’ll make his ass see the light like a crescent moon
Shout out to QC, I’m pretty sure I was PMing like it was already past midday
All I really know is Ws and Ms, life looks like a bathroom
All I really know is M bags like I drove through and ordered fast food
If I say I’m too private with my feelings, who the hell even asked you?
Seven bodyguards, just in case anyone really wants to try to break through
I don’t know why I listen to you when I hear you talking to me, that’s a half truth
If I don’t pay your rent, it’ll end up like an old hairdo, girl, that’s overdue
If I don’t do it –