Poppin’ Grease BlueBucksClan (Ft. RJmrLA)

[Verse 1: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Hoes tellin' me I changed, I ain't the same me (Same me)
Leave the club, the baddest bitch sayin', "Take me" (Take me)
Finna fuck these niggas up like I'm Tay Keith (Tay Keith)
Makin' niggas go home, niggas Roger lame (Go home, Roger)
Niggas hoes, I could tell you got your mama ways (Got your mama way)
I'm a skinny nigga, flex like I'm Luke Cage
Bucks Clan got more blues than the Duke game (Duke game)
Big bags, playin' Madden, fuck a shootin' game

[Verse 2: Jeeezy]
Finna treat this bitch face like the shooting range (Shooting range)
Bitches fuck the first night, ain't no talkin' stage (Talkin' stage)
You ain't cash out on that foreign, boy, your mama paid (You lyin')
We them niggas, yeah, we known for talkin' reckless (Talkin' reckless)
Yeah, we known for havin' bitches in our section (On my mama)
She from the city, but that ass came from Texas (God damn)
She want my baby, yeah, she ridin' me aggressive (Yeah, aggressive)
I'm that nigga, girl, don't miss out on your blessing (Said don't miss it)
Bitches goin' all through my phone, who you textin'? (Who you textin'?)
I just got her whole body done, I'm investin' (I'm investin')
She gave me that weak-ass head, could've kept it (That shit trash)

[Verse 3: RJmrLA]
Ayy, suck me through my drawers, got me rock steady (Ayy)
Drippin' off my balls, got my Glock ready (Ayy)
Bitch ain't got no ass, but she top-heavy (Top-heavy)
Talkin' stupid through my pad like I'm Knott's Berry (Uh)
I don't cop reggie (No), pockets potbelly (What else?)
Made that bitch count on me like I'm god-daddy (Pops)
I need tips in my drill, I am not Nelly (No)
Take your nigga take these shots like he diabetic (Ah)