Grease - Rio Da Yung OG

That nigga Wayne'll get on y'all producers' ass, nigga

All kind of different bags

Bitch, shake that ass

Bitch, shake that ass

I got an old pint of glass Hi-Tech, don't— alright

Bitch, shake that ass

I got an old pint of Hi-Tech, don't break that glass

Nigga, I was great at math

But if you look in the room, then I ain't in class

I was skippin', in the hood sellin' dope

I can't get a bitch pregnant, put on a glove 'fore I poke

I got rich semen

I can't find no white lows, I'ma Big B it

I get bored and find myself somewhere on Big Beaver

I feel like Jelly on the stage in a big beater

I be fuckin' all the bad hoes, and I don't trick neither

Just counted twenty racks up and let my bitch keep it

Yeah, that's my baby mama

I be giving all my side hoes eighty dollars

Went in my right pocket, pulled out enough money to buy eight Impalas

Ninety racks cash on me, but I ate McDonald's

I feel like Durk, voice of the streets

Bitch pussy get moist when I speak

Takin' chances shoppin', I'm in 'Troit with the heat

Walkin' out the mall, won't see a nigga horsing me

Sad news, yeah, I fucked your bitch unfortunately

I keep textin' the lil' bitch like, "Abort please, please, please"

Abort please, please, please, alright

I can't have no more kids, I got enough problems

I gotta fly back to the city, I got court problems

I remember tryna buy a nick with four dollars

Now I'm ridin' 'round with two blicks and four choppers

I just bought some new cut, this a horse dropper

Finna pour a four of Wocky in a Core Water

She won't let me hit her walls, she got a door stopper

I don't wanna fuck the bitch, she a whore probably

But I wanna fuck Percules

Nigga buy a lil' gun, now he Hercules

Pointy-tip Louis on, go to church in these

You tryna make a couple dollars? Come work for me

Me and JR just poured a bad motherfucker, it's the Squirt for me

Stick my finger in a bitch pussy, it's the skirt for me

Damn near passed out fuckin', I got syrup in me

Yeah, you got a hundred racks, but you poor to me

I got a bad-ass bitch, she Portuguese

Thirty racks to the side, them lawyer fees

I ain't squarin' up with no nigga, I SIG Sauer squeeze

Send my rich bitch a pair of Diors like, "Order these"