Grease Talkin' At The Pad Lyrics

Tell a bitch I'm single I ain't even gotta creep

Balled up the Mali so I went and grabbed a Jeep

I got helly leg room, I ain't gotta move the seat

Niggas hoes, how I know ?

Cause I be bending every week

Swear to God they fanned out, I got these hoes pressed to link

Dog thought he bought some clean, but I stepped on niggas drink

I don't even fuck the groupies, I just pass 'em through the team

Niggas in the crib broke, I'm gettin' busy like I'm Yeat

Got the bag tatted cause this shit really in me

I ain't go to school there but I done made plays at Denby

I got options, fully auto or I'm givin' niggas semi

We pourin 'wock in exotic pop or it's in a simply

Bald heads in the clip, give that lil nigga a timmy

Dog got his head tapped he ain't go out like he Ricky

This my tenth summer ballin' bitch you pinchin' off that stimmy

Say she want some Ocean Prime I wouldn't take her ass to Wendy's

Color money bag boys, skate team that's the camp

Before I pro'd off ProTools I made pros off the bag

Don't try to treat me like a rapper, I'm still jumpin' out the back

Hoes callin' tryna fuck, put 'em on hold for the racks

Niggas be fuckin' with the cap

I be sticking to the facts

I aint stoppin' at this shit 'til a nigga get some plaques

I aint never ran from shit, I'm only runnin' on these tracks

Grease talkin' at the pad, ain't write shit because I'm that