Intro:
You know I had to get galaxy beats on this brief mixtape n***as, you feel me
All my Greasers put your middle fingers up
All my T-Byrds put your middle fingers up n***as
Grease! Yung God!
[Yung God]
God! They mistake me for a model
Underwater chick n***as better grab you goggles
Better grab you b**h because I'll f** out her tonsils
Ugly n***a got your girl open like nostrils
Yes, you cool like a bunch of squares in a waffle
f** with the ocean Ill bury his body down with the fossils
Yung god you awful, Thank you I know this!
Hold up, she trippin I ain't finna pay for it
My b**h like Kelly Rowland, but I like Beyonce
Looking better than your prom date
I feel just like Haa, I came in like Haa
Then got her out her draws
My dick like a Tornadoes, the sh** brake down walls!
You don't got no grease if you never f**ed a More-man
On a Sunday morning, while you yawning I'm up
Rolling up, trynna relax know you n***as see that
100 ways to get paid, n***a I don't even need Rap
Blunt laced like tenni-Shoes, Self of stream invinsible
You can talk the hella sh** but better not get physical
Pull your Ho with the mind game, I never had to be lyrical
I'm greased up like Cisco, and I'm always changing my lingo
Don't share the same air with a lame n***a
To a real n***a that's illegal!
I'm sorry to hurt your ego, but my team just took your main Ho
Yeh that n***a know how to rap but put him up with any ocean n***a
And his swag can't amount to half of that
This summer I'm going to cop me a Cadillac
My grease n***as ain't in the trap but, a hood b**h might still choose
They posted up with a rifle because we to important to fight you
n***as ain't never tried to be cool
Outro:
I ain't got nothing else to say n***a
Grease On deck, Galaxy Beats on a beat
n***a