1999 WRITE THE FUTURE, Offset, Warren Hue - SLOPES Lyrics

You have to say something to me
Like we have to have a conversation, real quick?
Like, you really have got to, you have to

Ayy
Summertime shit, I got bands, ayy
Benjamin and me, best friends, ayy
Swerving these hoes, I'm tried of shawty's
That hang when they not on the gram, whoa
Oh my God, Warren like, hello, I'm back on my bullshit
Don't sugarcoat, baby
Fuck it, I still want to coupe to be navy or cream color
Coco like whoa, whoa
I need a crib up in Soho, New Yorky like Biggie
I treat a 'Chella like that shit no biggie
Still got the pack, yeah, let's smoke in my city
Hit from the back now she texting "You miss me?"
Bitch, I got bands and it' stuck in my pants, whoa
Feel me?

Pockets, they dancing like Britney
Bands on me, can't feel my inseams (yeah)
Dior look good when it fit me (yeah)
Back in Jakarta, they hope for my downfall
I come up, like bitch, I am next, yeah

And you mad, mad?
Why you mad, mad?
And they mad, mad, yeah, yeah

Pull up with a fit and they mad mad, huh
Show money bands in my backpack, huh
Introducing Warren to your grandad, huh
Step in the ride, motherfucker like roach
I don't trust a bitch with Burberry coach
She gon' touch ice while I bend her slope
Ski, ski, way I slay game, two stick, one dick
Want to wake the ass up then pour (Offset)

Quarter million dollars on one stage (quarter million)
Niggas wanna come and switch my plate (switch)
White man in my pocket, no race (white man)
Shorty a fan with a little bitty waist (hey)
Bought a new Vert, somebody come race (Vert)
Pop two Perc, can't feel my face (Percs)
They don't wanna work, these niggas be lazy (lazy)

They just wanna surf, I ain't fuckin' with the wave (uh)
Issey told you I ain't tame, man
Fuck it do you feel me? Now I gotta move weight
I ain't tryna move fake no way, yeah
(Oh) oh, fuck 'em, I just been in my thing (yeah)
Cut 'em 'cause the mood on strange (yeah)
Caught me, got it all on tape

Chirping like a bird when he caught his case
The one that was hatin', ain't make it, got erased ('rased)
Food on your table, 'fore you eat say grace (amen)
Album going number one, I can taste it (number one)
I was born of a star, I'm an alien (star)
I'ma sell out arenas and the stadiums (arenas)
I got my gang and my family, ain't tradin' 'em (gang)
Niggas hatin', let 'em drown, I ain't savin 'em (drown)
I turn the pain into pride, you should be proud of him (woo)

Benjamin in my pocket and I'm countin' 'em
Backstage full of people I don't like
So I say amen, gotta pray for the pigment (amen)
Every year, gotta change my alias (woo)
B-o-t-y, shawty like the name
And it's staying to my soul, had to track my Rolls
When they watchin' they mad, man

And they mad, mad
And they mad, mad
Pull up with a fit and they mad mad, huh
Show money bands in my backpack, huh
Introducing Warren to your grandad, huh
Step in the ride, motherfucker like

I was born of a star, I'm an alien
They don't wanna work, these niggas
they don't wanna work, they don't wanna work
I was born of a star, I'm an alien
I'ma sell out arenas and the stadiums
I got my gang and my family, ain't tradin' 'em
Niggas hatin', let 'em drown, I ain't savin 'em
I turn the pain into pride, you should be proud of him

Nah, nah, fuck that