(We're with White Grease today)

(Fuck the fire, we got grease)

I wanna go to LA, live in the hills

I want a million hundred-dollar bills

I ain't tryna bargain with a ****, but the chopper will

This bitch got a supercharger on it, it'll pop a wheelie

My young dog call me geek, he just got busy

Jay pulled up on me by himself with a pop with him

Mike pulled up in a 'Cat with a Glock with him

Tay pulled up, he had a couple thots with him

He got shot, need to take him to the hospital

Told her don't use her teeth on the D like a popsicle

I'm drinkin' codeine while I pop Skittles

I only put a four in here 'cause the pop little

He left with his mans, came back and he was not with 'em

He pulled up with some **** to the hood and got shot with 'em

Love Amiri jeans 'cause I put a lot in 'em

Two hundred racks all blues, this shit not little

If you drink some lean with me, I'll rock with you

I was tryna spare your bitch ass, I did not miss you

I could've shot you in your motherfuckin' head

Don't call my phone 'less you got some Tuss or got some red

Or some Actavis

I did four years in prison, I ain't ask for shit

It's when I re-up, ain't gotta wreck the bitch

If she give me weird vibes, I'ma whack the bitch

I can't trust shit

If I don't take that blue pill, I might nut quick

I still got that one pretty bitch on my fuck list

I fuck with Wayne, but I'll never rock no Trukfit

Pop a 'Zac, then beat the fuck out of a drunk bitch

I played this shit cool, now I'm back up on that one shit

Overkill, I'ma shoot this bitch 'til the gun click (Hmm)

You can't enter in my crib without a thumbprint

Bitch can't get no kiss, I can't imagine where your tongue been

Matter of fact, bitch, let me see that phone, I want your one friend

Brand-new pistol on my waistline cost me one band

Unless she gon' fuck my brother, this a one-man

I flew my bitch to the Bahamas for a sun tan

I'm tryna tell you, it ain't too many **** that can fuck with us

She gotta know the beef real, we drop a hundred plus

Her head was kinda decent, so I gave her ass a hundred bucks

I gave my dog a million-dollar plan and he fucked it up (Hmm)

Shout out my **** T, we goin' up and up

This 'Cat got a thousand horsepower, better buckle up

How I put the guns down and beat ass, ****, knuckle up (Hmm)

I got a million-dollar plan, ****, huddle up

He was loose at the lips, so we shut him up

Had a hundred grams of straight drop, so I cut it up

Me and Mike back-to-back Lam' chops cuttin' up

Today I'm ridin' with a okay, I put the button up

I think I gotta go to court, I need a button-up

Baby girl ass too fat, she need butt reduction

Every time I made two hundred K, I took a hundred

I spend this lil' shit every day, it ain't nothin' but money

Shit, it ain't nothin' but paper

I just text the drank man, I need a fuckin' favor

If I give you five hundred dollars now, is we fuckin' later?

He had some dog shit, but I pulled up with something greater

I got five years in the feds, I know a **** got five for touchin' babies

I sold a lil' dope, he a fuckin' rapist

My white boy on some bullshit, he a fuckin' racist