Yung God - Grease (John Travolta) lyrics

[Intro] Ha n***as hate when I do this sh**, 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***a 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 s** a co*k She let me hit and run, like a drunk driver Deeper than a scuba diver, ain't no survivors AK-47, b**h, it's like a tranquilizer Lay him in the dirt, now he's fertilizer Wet p**y on deck, we baptize vaginas What's 20 thousand? To a n***a, 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**h, 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** with ease f** 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**ed 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** you mean? [Hook] John Travolta, grease! (x2) I got 3 white b**hes 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**hes 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!