Yung God
Yung God
Yung God
Yung God
Yung God
Yung God
Yung God
Yung God
Yung God
Yung God
Yung God
Yung God
Yung God & Agoff
Yung God
Yung God & Cartier’GOD
Yung God
Yung God
[Intro]
Grease!
God! God! Okay!
This that grease flow, never gave a fuck nigga
Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hah
Pay attention
[Verse 1]
I'm the illest muthafucka with vocal chords
What I need a friend for?
What I need a bitch for?
Feel like I'm so ahead of my damn time
Got Lil Keis on the beat so I ain't gotta rhyme
You ain't gotta rhyme when your swag like this huh?
Haters kiss my ass and my nutz at the same time
I'm a living legend, muthafuck being famous
Ride through the hood, the same niggas think they bangin
Die for your flag and Imma die for this green shit
Seen a lot of things that a nigga don't agree with
But it ain't my business so I keep it to myself
Try to judge me and you don't even know your own self
Niggas asking favors dawg and I ain't even on yet
Had one wish, I die and I resurrect
Feed all the hate in my music, it's immortal yes
Got a bitch in Arizona, all she talk about is sex
[Chorus]
Damn I got so many goals, the soccer moms be all on my dick
Click clack bangin your bitch, I'm exquisite
No you cannot see me bitch but can I get a witness?
Fuck taking your money, Imma take all your bitches
Swag finger lickin, bitch I'm exquisite
I'm so exquisite
I'm so exquisite
Respect me cause I'm gifted
I'm so exquisite
Bitch I'm exquisite
I'm so exquisite
[Verse 2]
I think I'm AGoff, my swag for sale
Gotta watch my back like a nigga in a jail cell
I pull bitches like LL
I got more stories than a damn expensive hotel
Got a bad bitch that drink cum
I sent her back like a refund, no re runs
Yung God make her deep guts say holy shit when I step in this bitch like a polymath
Grease bitch, no notepad
These niggas hate, all I do is laugh and do the math
Niggas think they cool so I'd rather be a outcast
Bitch I don't even need to brag
I'm above your words like an asterisk
When you're comfortable with yourself, that's real swag bitch
Nigga come down south and get your ass kicked for that fake shit
Spark up, now I'm weightless
I know these lame niggas gone hate this
[Chorus]
I got so many goals, the soccer moms be all on my dick
Click clack bangin your bitch, I'm exquisite
No you cannot see me bitch but can I get a witness?
Swag finger lickin, I'm so exquisite
I'm so exquisite
I'm so exquisite
Bitch I'm exquisite
Respect me cause I'm gifted
I'm so exquisite
Bitch I'm exquisite
Bitch I'm exquisite
Sxquisite
Sxquisite
Sxquisite
Sxquisite
Bitch I'm exquisite
Swag finger lickin
[Outro]
Huh! Lil Keis on the beat nigga
Grease!
Grease!
Grease?