[Intro]
(Fuck the fire, we got Grease)
(It's a Wayne beat)
Alright, Grease
Bitch, Ghetto Boyz shit
Hah, yeah, whew
Whew
[Verse]
Too much weight, broke the kitchen floor
Dope got the block hot like the kitchen stove
I just sold a whole bricky right on Fenton Road
We the hottest 'round this bitch, I bet the city know
Broke her down off a Perc', she left tippy-toed
I done drunk too much Wock', man, my kidney gone
I can make a hundred thousand off any phone
I done fucked the wrong bitch, now my jimmy gone
If you ain't got no head for me, bitch, leave me alone
Dog could've been great, but you teached him wrong
I cook dope good as hell, they didn't teach me wrong
Damn, I need a new plug 'cause they shipped him home
Now that's fucked up
I used to sit on the block, now they come to us
We done made it to the top, man, they lovin' us
Talkin' shit on these beats help me run it up
Ask me what I made off rap, shit, a hundred plus
And that's all facts
I swear to God, I'm poppin' dog if he call back
Two thousand blues in the backpack, what you call that?
I ain't tryna beef with dog 'nem 'cause they all rats
I don't condone none of that fuck shit
This bitch tryna ride, I only picked her up to suck dick
I got a bad heart, no, I can't trust shit
I'm Lil Wayne, skate down the block, rockin' truck fit
Thirty stick pokin' out my— alright
Thirty stick pokin' out my pocket, we in public
Before I ever made a rap song, I was hustlin'
You ever beat a bitch down then find out she your cousin?
Shit, I did
Hah, let me tell you 'bout this one shit that I did
Bitch ain't eat the cum, so I nutted on her eyelid
Bitch FaceTime her friend like, "Try this"
Killer walked in with a pint, I'm finna buy this
Grease, hand me a cigarette, I'ma light this
Beat a nigga ass on a plane, I'm a flight risk
Yeah, my bitch skinny, but her ice thick
The plug just hit me with a bag that was priceless
It's time to turn way back up, hit the light switch
I'm in Atlanta with the dog like I'm Mike Vick
I'm lookin' for a new stuffer, who got license?
Bitch so infatuated how the ice hit, that's a nice kit
You gotta know I'm poppin' shit on sight, I don't fight shit
Slap said we can change our lives with the right mix
Threwed a left jab and missed, caught his ass with a right hit
Ten-milli' hit him in his head, left him lifeless
(Fuck the fire, we got Grease)
(It's a Wayne beat)
Alright, Grease
Bitch, Ghetto Boyz shit
Hah, yeah, whew
Whew
[Verse]
Too much weight, broke the kitchen floor
Dope got the block hot like the kitchen stove
I just sold a whole bricky right on Fenton Road
We the hottest 'round this bitch, I bet the city know
Broke her down off a Perc', she left tippy-toed
I done drunk too much Wock', man, my kidney gone
I can make a hundred thousand off any phone
I done fucked the wrong bitch, now my jimmy gone
If you ain't got no head for me, bitch, leave me alone
Dog could've been great, but you teached him wrong
I cook dope good as hell, they didn't teach me wrong
Damn, I need a new plug 'cause they shipped him home
Now that's fucked up
I used to sit on the block, now they come to us
We done made it to the top, man, they lovin' us
Talkin' shit on these beats help me run it up
Ask me what I made off rap, shit, a hundred plus
And that's all facts
I swear to God, I'm poppin' dog if he call back
Two thousand blues in the backpack, what you call that?
I ain't tryna beef with dog 'nem 'cause they all rats
I don't condone none of that fuck shit
This bitch tryna ride, I only picked her up to suck dick
I got a bad heart, no, I can't trust shit
I'm Lil Wayne, skate down the block, rockin' truck fit
Thirty stick pokin' out my— alright
Thirty stick pokin' out my pocket, we in public
Before I ever made a rap song, I was hustlin'
You ever beat a bitch down then find out she your cousin?
Shit, I did
Hah, let me tell you 'bout this one shit that I did
Bitch ain't eat the cum, so I nutted on her eyelid
Bitch FaceTime her friend like, "Try this"
Killer walked in with a pint, I'm finna buy this
Grease, hand me a cigarette, I'ma light this
Beat a nigga ass on a plane, I'm a flight risk
Yeah, my bitch skinny, but her ice thick
The plug just hit me with a bag that was priceless
It's time to turn way back up, hit the light switch
I'm in Atlanta with the dog like I'm Mike Vick
I'm lookin' for a new stuffer, who got license?
Bitch so infatuated how the ice hit, that's a nice kit
You gotta know I'm poppin' shit on sight, I don't fight shit
Slap said we can change our lives with the right mix
Threwed a left jab and missed, caught his ass with a right hit
Ten-milli' hit him in his head, left him lifeless
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