[Intro]
You know I had to get galaxy beats on this grease mixtape n***a, you feel me
All my Greasers put your middle fingers up
All my T-Byrds put your middle fingers up n***as
Grease! Yung God!

[Yung God]
God! They mistake me for a model
Underwater shit n***as better grab you goggles
Better grab you bitch because I'll fuck out her tonsils
Ugly n***a got your girl open like nostrils
Yes, your crew like a bunch of squares like a waffle
Fuck with the ocean I'll bury his body down with the fossils
Yung god you awful, Thank you I know it
Hold up, she trippin I ain't finna pay for it
My bitch like Kelly Rowland, but I like Beyonce
Looking better than your prom date
I feel just like Haa, I came in like Haa
Then got her out her draws
My dick like a Tornado, the shit break down walls
You don't got no grease if you never fucked a mormon
On a Sunday morning, while you yawning I'm up
Rolling up, tryna relax know you n***as see that
100 ways to get paid, n***a I don't even need Rap
Blunt laced like tennis shoes, self esteem invincible
You can talk that hella shit but better not get physical
Pull your hoe with the mind game, I ain't never had to be lyrical
I'm greased up like crisco, and I'm always changing my lingo
Don't share the same air with a lame n***a
To a real n***a that's illegal
I'm sorry to hurt your ego, but my team just flipped your main hoe
And yea that n***a know how to rap but put him against any ocean n***a and his swag can't amount to half of that
This summer Imma cop me a Cadillac
My grease n***as ain't in the trap but, a hood bitch still might choose
They posted up with a rifle cause we to important to fight you
N***as never ain't tried to be cool
[Outro]
I ain't got nothing else to say n***a
Grease On deck, Galaxy Beats on a beat
N***a