Testo SLOPES - 1999 WRITE THE FUTURE feat. Offset & Warren Hue
Testo della canzone SLOPES (1999 WRITE THE FUTURE feat. Offset & Warren Hue), tratta dall'album SLOPES
You have to say somethin' to me like
We have to have a conversation real quick
Boy, you really have to, you have, give me a
Ayy, summertime shit, I got bands, ayy
Benjamin and me best friends, ayy, swervin' these hoes
I'm tired of shawties that hate 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 the coupe to be navy
Her cream color Coco like whoa-whoa
I need a crib up in Soho, New Yorkie like Biggie
I treated 'Chella like that shit, no biggie
Still got the pac, hella smoke in my city
Hit from the back, now you textin', "You miss me?"
Bitch, I got bands and it's stuck in my pants, whoa
Feel me? Pockets they dancin' like Britney
Bands on me, can't fit my Isseys (yeah)
Dior look good when it fit me (yeah)
Back in Jakarta, they hope for my downfall
I come up like bitch, I'm the man still
And they mad, mad, why you mad, mad?
And they mad, mad, yeah, yeah
Pull up with a fit and they mad mad, huh
Show money bags in my backpack, huh
Introducin' Warren, your grandad, huh
Steppin' on rap motherfucker like roach
I don't trust a bitch with a bag brand coach
She gon' touch ice, while I bend her, slope
Ski, ski, way I sled game, two stick, one dick
One to wake they ass up then poke
(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)
Shawty is a fan with a little bitty waist (hey)
Bought a new vert, somebody come race (perks)
Pop two perc', can't feel my face (perks)
They don't wanna work, these niggas be lazy (lazy)
They just wanna surf, I ain't fuckin' with the wave
Damn, 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 (ooh)
Ooh, fuck 'em, I just been on my thang, yeah
Cut 'em cause the mood on strange, yeah
Climbin', got it all on tape
Trappin' like a bird when he caught his case (brr)
The one that was hatin', ain't make it, got erased (erased)
Food on your table, 'fore you eat say grace (amen)
Album goin' number one, I could taste it (number one)
I was born up a star, I'm an alien (star)
I'ma sell out arenas and the stadiums (arenas)
I got my gang and my family, I ain't tradin' 'em (gang)
Niggas hatin', let 'em drown, I ain't savin' 'em (drown)
I turn the pain into profit, I 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 'fore the pay come in (amen)
Every year, gotta change my alias (woo)
B.O.T.Y. shawty like the name (yeah), and it stained to my soul
Had to track my roads when they watch and they mad, mad
And they mad, mad, and they mad, mad (show money bags in my backpack)
Pull up with a fit and they mad, mad, huh
Show money bags in my backpack, uh
Introducin' Warren your grandad, huh
Steppin' on rap motherfucker like
I was born up a star, I'm an alien
They don't wanna work, these niggas don't wanna work (they don't wanna work)
I was born up a star, I'm an alien
I'ma sell out arenas and the stadiums
I got my gang and my family, I ain't tradin' 'em
Niggas hatin', let 'em drown I ain't savin' 'em
I turn the pain into profit, should be proud of him
Nah, nah, fuck that
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Writer(s): Kiari Cephus, Warren Hui, Young Bin Park
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