Step into the world of 1999: [ Ссылка ] 1999 WRITE THE FUTURE, Offset, Warren Hue "SLOPES" OUT NOW!
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Director: Mamesjao
Producer: Emily Truong
Production Coordinator: Adrian Trejo

Artist Management: Kaden Akahoshi

DP: Mike Koziel
1st AC: Eric Gauntt
Gaffer: Andrew L'Heureux

Production Designer: Zoe Hazlett
MUA: Sinh Vo

Post Supervisor: Kieth Walker
Editor: Alex Davis Lawrence & Mamesjao
CG: Arudz Goudsouzian

House Post:
Color: Connor Bailey
VFX: Wyatt Winbourne
Post Producer: Christo Arsenio
Post Coordinator: Logan Cross

LYRICS:
You have to say something to me like we have to have a conversation real quick but you really have to, give me a

Aye summertime shit I got bands
Aye Benjamin and me best friends
Aye swerving these hoes I’m tired of shawties that hate when they not on the gram woah
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 or cream color coco like woah woah
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 my city
Hit from the back now she texting you miss me
Bitch I got bands and it’s stuck in my pants woah
Feel me?
Pockets they dancing like Britney
Bands on me can’t fit my Isseys
Dior look good when it fit me
Back in Jakarta they hope for my downfall I come out like bitch I’m the man still
And they mad mad
Why you mad mad
And they mad mad
Ya ya
Pull up with a fit and they mad mad
Show money bags in my backpack
Introducing Warren your grandad
Stepping 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

Quarter million dollars on one stage (quarter million)
N***s 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 (vert)
Somebody come race (race)
Pop two, perc, can't feel my face (percs)
They don't wanna work, these n***s be lazy (lazy)

They just wanna surf I ain’t fucking with a wave
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 yea
Fuck em I’ve just been at my thing
Cut em 'cause the mood on strange,
Climbing got it all on tape

Trapping like a bird when he caught his case (brr)
The ones that was hatin', ain't make it, got erased (race)
Food on your table for you eat, say grace (amen)
I'm going number one, can taste it (number one)
I was born up a star, I'm an alien (star)
I'mma sell out arenas and the stadium (arenas)
Got my gang and my family ain't tradin' 'em (gang)
N***s hate let 'em drown, they ain't savin 'em (drown)
Turn the pain into profit should be proud of him

Benjamin in my pocket and I’m counting them
Backstage full of people I don’t like, so I say amen gotta pray ’for the pay come in
Every year gotta change my alias
B.O.T.Y. shorty like the name and it stained to my soul had to track my roads while they watch and they Mad mad

And they mad mad
And they mad mad
Show money bags in my backpack ya
Pull up with a fit and they mad mad
Show money bags in my backpack
Introducing Warren your grandad
Stepping on rap motherfucker like

I was born on a star, I’m an alien
They don’t wanna work, these n***s don’t want to work
I was born on a star, I’m an alien
I’mma sell out arenas and stadiums
I got a gang of my family ain’t trading then
N***s hate let them drown, I ain't saving them
I turn the pain into pride I should be proud of him

Nah nah, fuck that

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