Drake, SZA Slime You Out

I don't know, I don't know what's wrong with you girls I feel like y'all don't need love You need somebody who could micro-manage you You know what I'm sayin'? Tell you right from wrong Who's smart from who's the fool Which utensil to use for which food, like I got a schedule to attend to though I can't really 6ix You bitches really get carried away Makin' mistakes then you beg me to stay Got me wiggin' on you like I'm Arrogant Tae You got my mind in a terrible place Whip done changed you like American slaves Act like you not used to Sheraton stays I met the nigga you thought could replace How were there even comparisons made? Bitch, next time, I swear on my grandmother grave I'm slimin' you for them kid choices you made Slimin' you out, slimin' you out, slimin' you out Ayy, this ain't the littest I could get on you bitches Send wires on wires on wires, like Idris You lucky that I don't take back what was given I could have you on payment plan 'til you're hundred and fifty And my slime right here, she got some bars for y'all niggas So I'ma fall back and let SZA talk her shit for a minute Slimin' you out, slimin' you out, slime Damn, these niggas got me so twisted How the fuck you so real, but play bitch on my line? I can feel what you spendin' Got too much pride to let no burnt nigga slime me out Pull up, go ride about, my night, got time Let's discuss all those lies about Frontin' out here, like you dickin' me out And I ain't even cumin', numbin' it out And you ain't 'bout the shit you rappin' about And I can spin the ho, I'm airin' it out I'm goin' on like a sawed-off You tell these hoes you ain't cuddlin' But with me, you know doin' all that shit You tellin' these hoes you ain't trickin' off But with me, you know I'm gon' get it all How you niggas get so carried away? Trippin' when that dick is barely third place Fucked out of pity, it's cute that you lame Dip cause it's mid I can't fake liking sex Slimin' you out, I'm slimin' you out, I'm slimin' you out Oh-woah, woah Yeah, January, you pretend to see life clearly, yearly February is the time that you put the evil eye and the pride aside For the fantasy of gettin' married, very scary March got you already second guessin' titles April, Spring is here and just like a spring you start to spiral May brings some warmer days Poolside gettin' very tan June have you movin' ice cold, goin' back and forth with a married man July, that's when I found out you lied August, it was "Baby this, " "Baby that, " like you had your tubes tied September, we fallin' off, but I'm still the man you tryna win over October is all about me 'cause your turn should've been over November, got your moodboardin' for next year and you're single December the gift givin' month and now you wanna rekindle, I Tryna build trust, showin' me your DMs, how they tryna bag you Ironic how the news I got about you ended up bein' bad news Get a nigga hit for fifty racks, girl, the beef cost like it's Wagyu Get a nigga hit, I'll make his ass see the light, like a half-moon Shout to QC, pretty sure I made P Ms like it's past noon All I really know is Ws and Ms, life lookin' like a bathroom All I really know is M bags, like I drove through and ordered fast food Sayin' that I'm too guarded with my feelings, who the fuck even asked you? Seven bodyguards, just in case somebody really wanna try and crash through Don't know why I listen to you when I hear you talkin' to me, it's some half truth If I don't pay your rent, it end up like a old hairstyle, girl, that's past due If I don't– Ah, ah, that's as far as I got