Dre Mickel Genesis (Feat. Tony Blunt) [Prod. By HUNNEDPE$OS]

Tekst piosenki

Man supreme on the chest/
Got the gleam on my neck/
I ain’t never been a laker but Kareem show respect/
Man Dre Mickel been a villain/
Got some jeans on my leg/
That you couldn’t never sit in/
Boy so please come correct/
Niggas hatin on me sayin/
That id never ever make it/
Had brunette bitch Jamaican turned her hair she super sayian/
Man these niggas steady fakin/
Stayin salty so they shakin/
Boy I’m ballin like a pacer/
Bitch you minor check the major/
In my city and I’m Rollin round/
Yo bitch might be sober now/
When she leave with me you best believe she outta focus now/
Bitch I’m in the lead my shit is recent while I’m outta town/
Yo chick wanna be with D-R-E/
There ain’t no way around/
It, I’m the shit/
Man I write another hit/
I ain’t never hit a lick but I could take a niggas bitch/
All these niggas want the money bad/
I ain’t never stuntin that/
Cuz I get the money had the money fuck a humble brag/
Man I know it’s different when I step up in the party/
Man I’m Chillin with a bunny wanna test a Molly/
I ain’t even touchin it best believe i’ll touch her body/
Cuz I wasn’t showing up to only kick it like karate/

[Chorus]

(Dre Mickel) Rollin’ up while my phone ringing’/
(Tony Blunt) Bitch I’m up check a nigga wrist/
(Dre) I got that white like a snow demon/
(Tony) I got them packs ima make ’em flip/
(Dre) Man they wonder why a nigga acting niggerish/
(Tony) Cause a nigga got a vicious wrist/
(Dre) A young nigga twisting up like licorice
(Both) So they can tell I’m first up like Genesis/

[Verse 2: Tony Blunt]

Rollin out the pack Cause I can/
Why i Work my wrist cause I can/
Why I fuck yo bitch cause I can/
And I can cause I’m the fuckin man/

Im the muthafuckin man and ya bitch know it/
Put the cap on yo ho know got ya bitch goin/
I’m a young Cleveland savage and ya clique know it/

If you need a pack we can get the shit goin/
I’ll just get my wrist goin/
My wrist got my hip goin/
Ring ring hit my hip homie/
Told you niggas I got what you niggas wanted/
And I put it up for front nigga I never flaunted/

Don’t be mad at a nigga cause yo bitch want me/
Cause I’m dope boy clean not a stain on me/
Big talk or you could get stained homie/
And I told y’all
Don’t none of them lames know me/
Servin in my lane homie/
Twistin up only wit my niggas doe/
And that shit constant like a metronome/

You could slang off my jack/
And you could gone hit my hitta/
If you need dat vanilla/
Then I put you wit that nigga/
Cause Young Blunt is that nigga/

Chop up the white/
Slice up the baby/
I’m thinking bout money/

It’s just me and my nighas hitten licks
What the fuck do you really know bout this/

[Hook]