Greased
I ran in on the table like my pockets needed greased
My bank account can argue me but all my dogs gon need the feed
Percocet they offer me its J Roll on and off the lean
Gon Take my key, I said it's buttons now that shit is Obsolete
I'm boutta whip up a plate
I got the fruit and the grapes
I give a boot to the legs
I'm talkin my shit no mistake
They want a clip with the fade
They wanna dip in the cake
I got the chef in the kitchen he cleanin our pots, Incase of a raid
If finish the dish then it's late
She swallow my kids pretty face
I call a pic up for couple of flavors
I don't need a wrap for the taste
I'm showin the love to get hate
You People just stuck in them ways
They hit my flow and it's laced
They only wanted a taste
I roll a spliff and it's game
I put a pen to a page
Peter piper with the pay
I gotta her wet like a cape
But
I make her stick like some tape
I'll put a strip on her face
Hold up, makin her wait
Cus
I gotta bag on the way
And I'm make sure that's it's safe
I don't go out on a limb
But I'm on the branch of the Timb
Deep water but I skim
Hot shit that I'm in
I'm down for the ride
I try it out for a Spin
Bag heavy like a gym
Don't bag an eye cus I'm slim
Cat piss in her mouth it's all gas don't trip
I ran in on the table like my pockets needed greased
My bank account can argue me but all my dogs gon need the feed
Percocet they offer me its J Roll on and off the lean
Gon Take my key, I said it's buttons now that shit is Obsolete
I'm boutta whip up a plate
I got the fruit and the grapes
I give a boot to the legs
I'm talkin my shit no mistake
They want a clip with the fade
They wanna dip in the cake
I got the chef in the kitchen he cleanin our pots, Incase of a raid
Writer/s: Jarrod Figley, Jewone Franklin
