Grease (John Travolta) Yung God

[Intro]
Ha
Niggas hate when I do this shit, bruh
Grease on deck, swag on deck, sushi on deck
All that, you feel me?
You gotta have white girls on deck to have grease, nigga
Grease (x3) Oh
Grease (x3) Oh
Oh
Grease
God (Arf!)

[Verse]
Stepped in the room, I deserve an applause
Riding through the hood and I ain't worried about getting robbed
Yung God never had a 9 to 5 job
Let's talk grease cause you know I got a lot
I'm loaded like my Glock. Ch! Bodies drop
All my hoes know how to suck a cock
She let me hit and run, like a drunk driver
Deeper than a scuba diver, ain't no survivors
AK-47, bitch, it's like a tranquilizer
Lay him in the dirt, now he's fertilizer
Wet pussy on deck, we baptize vaginas
What's 20 thousand?
To a nigga, eating good, just an appetizer
Damn, I got the grease with the John Travolta moves
Aqua boy, let's drown him, better pray he water proof
Hating on the Ocean Gang, bitch, you're shark food
This ain't nothing new
I stay with more grease than a black girl 'do
Nothing over me, I do this shit with ease
Fuck everybody in the world who disagree
Wear a jacket in summer cause my chain on freeze
Came out the water in my Ocean Gang tee
Fucked her so good, I should charge the girl a fee
Bunking like the Juice Man, the world under my wings
Lean like the triple beam, what the fuck you mean?