G.O.D. (Grease On Deck) lyrics
by Yung God
[Intro]
Grease!
Grease!
Grease?
Grease!
If you never seen that movie Grease n*gga turn this sh*t off n*gga real talk, feel me?
Fly Doo on the beat n*gga, wassup n*gga
Yung
God
Yung
God
Drip
Drip
Wet
Grease!
Grease!
Hah!
Hah!
[Chorus]
Stars do not shine when the sun's out
These n*ggas don't talk the same sh*t when they see we got guns out
This infinite swag, how the f*ck I'm gone run out?
A typhoon, a shogun, you best close your damn mouth
b*tch I got greaseeeeeeee
I got the grease
I got the grease
b*tch I got greaseeeeeeee
I got the grease?
b*tch I got grease?
b*tch I got--
[Verse 1]
Rep Ocean Gang and you ain't got your feet wet?
That 9mm leave him sea sick
I call your b*tch Kleenex, she blow me one time then she useless
You probably ain't a hustler if you don't like my music
They think that I'm stupid but I got the blueprint
You rant all you want but in the end you just a human
All your n*ggas talk sh*t, all my n*ggas prove it
f*ck with Ocean Gang you will have the life span of a goldfish
This is hip hip hop-nosis, I'm six deep with Danny and Roger and Kenickie and Sonny and Doody
Your hoe wanna make a movie, a sex tape
I'm greased with an SK, my unborn on her face
We deeper than your family tree
You living in a parody cause you don't got no clarity
Need a legacy just to speak to me
I'm G.O.D. that mean grease on deck, my lifestyle XXX
My lifestyle XXX, I'm soaking wet with that grease
[Chorus]
Stars do not shine when the sun's out
These n*ggas don't talk the same sh*t when they see we got guns out
This infinite swag, how the f*ck I'm gone run out?
A typhoon, a shogun, you best close your damn mouth
b*tch I got greaseeeeeeee
I got the grease
I got the grease
b*tch I got greaseeeeeeee
I got the grease?
b*tch I got grease?
b*tch I got grease?
[Outro]
Grease!
Grease!
Grease!
Grease!
Grease!
Grease!
Grease!
Grease!
Grease!
Grease!