MellowHype, Domo Genesis - Greezy lyrics
[MellowHype, Domo Genesis - Greezy lyrics]
I ain’t even on my cool yet
Nigga finna' break a fucking cool sweat
And I got my mouth piece tool set
Finna' leave you and your crew wet
Stuntin' on niggas without the coop yes
Gold grill like a fucking jewel chest
Bling, as I ride around your city
King of Diamonds, Silver's big ol' titties
After you taste the hemp tree
I can lay that ass down gently
I ain’t gotta got it in to bently
But, I can take you some place kinda mentally
Hodgy Beats, bitch on any track you want
Track you want this Odd Future gang
You can sit on any sack you want
Pack-a-punch, sack-a-lunch
Facts of bunch of pay checks
I’ll be at the banks bitch
Not saving hoes, but weighting hoes
My case is closed, smoking dank a dro
Laugh is brain the hoes I switch it up
Changing clothes, from change hoes
Change in rose
At award shows I'm sick as fuck
Not in a tux, but a jersey but like what
The motherfuck is up
I done shortened up my motha' fuckin' verse
To say you bitch ass nigga stop copying nigga
Step your motha' fuckin' game up
Stop copying, step your game up
It's that new shit, step your game up
Oh step your game up
It's that new shit, step your game up
Stop copying, step your game up
It's that new shit, step your game up
Oh step your game up
It's that new shit, step your game up
I’m about this shit, been a long
Time but I’m out this bitch, peace
Candle greeze haters been a red hot
Stand by the fire like a mantle piece
Ain’t no nigga going HAM as me
I still stomp on niggas
While they dead asleep
Watch the man retreat
White flag all I see the man’s hand
Up in the hands of me
Man I’ma need ten grams at least
All this damn pressure they demand to me
Smile for the pic' let my nana see
Exactly the nigga that I plan to be
I plan to be, I made it out
Car pool lane on the paper route
All these niggas hungry what a basic cloud
When these niggas get thirsty
I’ma make it drought
Line after line, hit after hit
Dope ass flow need two more snips
Two more mixtapes, two more bricks
I wish my uncle could see this shit
If he had knew back then I would be this sick
You probably would have been thinking
On that feble shit
Now nigga show love like we legit
But honestly I don’t need that shit bitch
Step your game up, step your game up
Step your game up, step your game up
Step your game up, step your game up
Nigga finna' break a fucking cool sweat
And I got my mouth piece tool set
Finna' leave you and your crew wet
Stuntin' on niggas without the coop yes
Gold grill like a fucking jewel chest
Bling, as I ride around your city
King of Diamonds, Silver's big ol' titties
After you taste the hemp tree
I can lay that ass down gently
I ain’t gotta got it in to bently
But, I can take you some place kinda mentally
Hodgy Beats, bitch on any track you want
Track you want this Odd Future gang
You can sit on any sack you want
Pack-a-punch, sack-a-lunch
Facts of bunch of pay checks
I’ll be at the banks bitch
Not saving hoes, but weighting hoes
My case is closed, smoking dank a dro
Laugh is brain the hoes I switch it up
Changing clothes, from change hoes
Change in rose
At award shows I'm sick as fuck
Not in a tux, but a jersey but like what
The motherfuck is up
I done shortened up my motha' fuckin' verse
To say you bitch ass nigga stop copying nigga
Step your motha' fuckin' game up
Stop copying, step your game up
It's that new shit, step your game up
Oh step your game up
It's that new shit, step your game up
Stop copying, step your game up
It's that new shit, step your game up
Oh step your game up
It's that new shit, step your game up
I’m about this shit, been a long
Time but I’m out this bitch, peace
Candle greeze haters been a red hot
Stand by the fire like a mantle piece
Ain’t no nigga going HAM as me
I still stomp on niggas
While they dead asleep
Watch the man retreat
White flag all I see the man’s hand
Up in the hands of me
Man I’ma need ten grams at least
All this damn pressure they demand to me
Smile for the pic' let my nana see
Exactly the nigga that I plan to be
I plan to be, I made it out
Car pool lane on the paper route
All these niggas hungry what a basic cloud
When these niggas get thirsty
I’ma make it drought
Line after line, hit after hit
Dope ass flow need two more snips
Two more mixtapes, two more bricks
I wish my uncle could see this shit
If he had knew back then I would be this sick
You probably would have been thinking
On that feble shit
Now nigga show love like we legit
But honestly I don’t need that shit bitch
Step your game up, step your game up
Step your game up, step your game up
Step your game up, step your game up