Grease (John Travolta) lyrics

[Intro]
Ha
n*ggas hate when I do this sh*t, 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, n*gga
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 c*ck
She let me hit and run, like a drunk driver
Deeper than a scuba diver, ain't no survivors
AK-47, b*tch, it's like a tranquilizer
Lay him in the dirt, now he's fertilizer
Wet pus*y on deck, we baptize vaginas
What's 20 thousand?
To a n*gga, 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, b*tch, 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 sh*t with ease
f*ck 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
f*cked 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 f*ck you mean?
[Hook]
John Travolta, grease! (x2)
I got 3 white b*tches coming over (Grease!)
She begging for the grease and I don't even know her (Grease!)
I got the (arf!) if you come any closer (Grease!)
John Travolta, grease! (x2)
I got 3 white b*tches coming over (Grease!)
She begging for the grease and I don't even know her (Grease!)
I got the (arf!) if you come any closer (Oh, grease!)

[Outro]
Drip (x6)
Splish, splash (x2)
Dive, swim, dive, splash
Water!
Grease! Grease! Ohh, oh
Joven dios (x2)
God
God
Yung God!
Yung God! Yung God! Arf!