Slippery (feat. Gucci Mane) by Migos Lyrics Meaning – Decoding the Symbols Behind the Swag
Lyrics
Two cups of purple just to warm up (two cups, drank)
I heard your bitch she got that water
(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, ‘scuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr)
Hey, hey, hey, tater tot
Fuck niggas on my radar watch (watchin’)
Crocodile hunter, turn ’em to some gator shots (urr)
Iced out watch (ice), ridin’ round ten o’ clock (ten)
Ridin’ round, geeked up, damn, think it’s three o’ clock (three)
Four o’ clock (four), five o’ clock, six o’ clock (five)
I’m gon pop, if I don’t I’m back to the pot (whip)
I got rocks (rocks), big bales, big arms (bales)
Tommy gun, come out and play let’s have fun (yeah)
Big scales (scales), fishscale, big weight (fish)
Iceberg (ice), ice tray, ice tray (woo)
Plug called (called), tried to front, I don’t need it (brrt)
I don’t need it (brrt)
Pockets strong, wrist anemic (strong)
Get freezy (freezy), young nigga pay your debt-is (debt-is)
Grandma (grandma) auntie Ab and auntie Neesa (Neese)
Uncle Bo, auntie Greta serve ya perkys (Greta)
Auntie Eva, she got a pound she might just serve it (serve)
Pop a perky just to start up
(Pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up
(Two cups, drank)
I heard your bitch she got that water
(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, excuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr)
Hey, hey (Offset!)
Hey, hey, hey, slippery, she numbin’ me, that tongue on me
Honestly (honest), she fuck with me, a wife to be (wife)
In Italy, bought her a fur, look like the wildebeest (rarr)
Just chill with me (chill)
It is no worry, it is a bill to me (it ain’t nothin’)
I pull up Diablo, I pull up with models
I gave her her first Philippe (Philippe)
We goin’ full throttle, she swallowed the bottle
I’m all in her ovaries (ahh)
I gave her some dollars
I Gucci’d her collar now she can’t get over me (hey)
She wanna dose of me (dose)
Just hop in the Ghost with me (Ghost)
Perky and molly, don’t vote for nobody
These bitch ass niggas ain’t solid (solid)
Run in your house and with pumps and the shotties
Your mom might be up inside it (bah)
Cars robotic, bad bitch with a body
But really don’t care nothing about it (uh-uh)
Cappin’ and poppin’, I seen that lil Masi
I coulda pulled up and just shot ya (brrt)
It’s a jungle, I let off some fire (some fire)
Pop a perky just to start up
(Pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up
(Two cups, drank)
I heard your bitch she got that water
(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, excuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr)
I rock water, diamonds, I’m drippin’ but not slippin’
I threw a quarter, (well damn) but no I’m not trippin’
Bugatti on Forgi’s, and nawl, I’m not crippin’
I buy Ferrari’s like Jordans
I’m Mike and y’all Pippen
Chillin’, just me and my millions
Niggas, they all in they feelin’s
My bitches, I spoil them like they children
So persistent, if I want it, I go get it
I’m so slimy, grimy, sheisty but still shining
Rude and unkindly, cruel with no conscious
Drop the top on College, nigga I ain’t with no nonsense
And I’m a murderer nigga but I don’t promote violence
Dead shot (brrt), AK make your head rock (brrt)
Red dot, retro 8, Jordan they in stock
Lean on rocks (Act)
Perkys, mollies, xannies, rocks (roxies)
Oxycontin (oxyies)
Takeoff I’m your med doc (Takeoff!)
Leg lock (leg)
The key I got, unlock the box (box)
What’s in that box, huh?
Don’t tell em they might show the cops (shh)
Wrist watch (bite), abnormal so I flood the clock (ice)
Money flop, panties drop, that’s when them titties pop (woo)
Free my partners (John Wicc)
‘Til they free it’s fuck the cops (fuck ’em)
They know I geek a lot
They don’t know I keep a Glock (clueless)
Ain’t been no drought (where)
They think I been sleep a lot
They think I’m dumb (dumb)
They don’t know I see the plot (see it)
Fuck it I seize a knot
Pop a perky just to start up
(Pop it, pop it pop it)
Two cups of purple just to warm up
(Two cups, drank)
I heard your bitch she got that water
(Splash, drip, drip, woo, splash)
Slippery, excuse me, please me (please)
Arm up, or believe me, believe me (believe me)
Get beat, cause I’m flexin’ ‘Rari’s (skrt)
You can bet on me (skr, skr)
Hey, hey, hey
The rap trio Migos, complemented by the indomitable Gucci Mane on ‘Slippery’, reveals layers beneath their seemingly hedonistic surface. What might initially appear to be a simple celebration of luxury, women, and wealth, unfolds itself as a complex interplay of socio-economic signals, personal affirmations, and a struggle for legacy amidst the pitfalls of fame.
Engaging with the song’s hypnotic beats and infectious hooks invites the listener to not only revel in the allure of excess but also to critique what it represents in the broader cultural and personal landscape. Let’s unravel the enigmatic fabric of ‘Slippery’, reading between the lines of ice-cold watches and codeine cups.
The Synthesis of Opulence and Struggle
The juxtaposition of high-end brand names and gritty street life paints a vivid picture of the Migos’ ascent from the trenches to the penthouses. Amassing wealth isn’t merely a luxury; it’s a triumph over circumstances. In each articulation of their riches—from ‘Rari’s’ to ‘rocks’—lies an unspoken narrative of overcoming adversity.
However, every mention of material success is tinged with awareness of its transient nature, reminding us that in their world, stability is as ‘Slippery’ as the title suggests. Migos command respect not just for what they have, but for their continual navigation through the challenges of the sphere they dominate.
A Dive into the Pool of Decadence
The liquor-laden chorus, punctuated by ‘splash’, suggests a plunge into the intoxicating realm of excess. But far from being just an ode to mindless indulgence, ‘Slippery’ is a calculated toast to the rebellious spirit that refutes norms and uplifts the hedonistic as a form of self-empowerment.
In an age that often demonizes indulgence, Migos and Gucci Mane have crafted an anthem for unapologetic enjoyment—a powerful statement, given the oft-scrutinized background and history of many rap artists. The song becomes a declaration: existence and expression within this realm is permissible and owned completely by those within it.
Unraveling The Complexity of ‘Please Me, Believe Me’
The repeated phrase ‘please me, believe me’ is a striking call for recognition of worth beyond mere fortune. It is a cry for validation, not of their wealth or success, but their identity and existence as powerful entities within a culture that often undermines them.
By latching onto this mantra, Migos and Gucci Mane transcend mere bragging, seeking belief. Perhaps ‘belief’ extends to the narrative they control—their words, their music, their story—demanding credence in a way that feels almost existential.
The Impact of the Hidden Meaning in Family Ties
Family references in ‘Slippery’ juxtapose the glorification of individual wealth with a rooted sense of community. Shouting out to relatives—grandmothers, aunts, uncles—Migos hint at stronger ties that bind their fortunes to a collective experience and even hint at sustaining others through transgressive means.
This incorporation of familial naming humanizes the artists and suggests an underlying loyalty and accountability. These mentions aren’t mere shoutouts; they highlight a system of support, a network of survival that predates and, presumably, will outlast any temporary glory, while also toeing the line of moral ambiguity.
Echoes of Timelessness in Memorable Lines
When Offset riffs ‘I buy Ferraris like Jordans’, he’s not just comparing two iconic brands but establishing a lineage of successful black icons who turned their craft into empires. The line suggests a desire for legendary status, a race against time fought with the weapons of wealth and influence.
These words serve to forge a bond between the contemporary and historical, the pursuit of affluence and the thirst for immortality. As much as ‘Slippery’ revels in the present, it’s steeped in a consciousness of past and future, threading cultural significance along with its tales of opulence.
