Yung God - Neptune lyrics

Intro: You know I had to get galaxy beats on this brief mixtape n***as, 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 chick n***as better grab you goggles Better grab you b**h because I'll f** out her tonsils Ugly n***a got your girl open like nostrils Yes, you cool like a bunch of squares in a waffle f** with the ocean Ill bury his body down with the fossils Yung god you awful, Thank you I know this! Hold up, she trippin I ain't finna pay for it My b**h 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 Tornadoes, the sh** brake down walls! You don't got no grease if you never f**ed a More-man On a Sunday morning, while you yawning I'm up Rolling up, trynna relax know you n***as see that 100 ways to get paid, n***a I don't even need Rap Blunt laced like tenni-Shoes, Self of stream invinsible You can talk the hella sh** but better not get physical Pull your Ho with the mind game, I never had to be lyrical I'm greased up like Cisco, 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 took your main Ho Yeh that n***a know how to rap but put him up with any ocean n***a And his swag can't amount to half of that This summer I'm going to cop me a Cadillac My grease n***as ain't in the trap but, a hood b**h might still choose They posted up with a rifle because we to important to fight you n***as ain't never 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