Fred MPG - When I'm Greasy (feat. Bu$s)

Grease on my hands I'm working
And she knew I had some bands she flirting
On the mic I make the competition nervous
I was made for this shit I deserve it
Can't rest until the fam ain't hurting
And I heard you talk that shit but I'm still smirking
Cause I can't tell you bout my boys but they be murkin'
I got that light shining on me, like a curtain
I had my dream make a D
Turned a D to a G
G to a M
I need A B like C
Stack-ing
Cause CREAM
Till I R.I.P
Moral of the story, ain't a rat but I love getting cheese
Fuck with me, expect to put more than an hour in
They wanna see you ball but shoot and they be fouling
Ong If you my dawg then you on mute so don't be howling
When we move vase its not the one you put the flower in
Reach me at 1 800 Sippin on coconut
Mix it with the Malibu and her legs start to open up
I stay full hope and that pussy what I'm hoping for
My flow full of dope like I'm mixin it with opium
That O.P.M is really all I want and I be opening
The check like it's the first day of the month and I went broke again
But my money get higher than a heart beating on sodium
And hustle like the ones pumping petroleum cause I got
Grease on my hands I'm working
And she knew I had some bands she flirting
On the mic I make the competition nervous
I was made for this shit I deserve it
Can't rest until the fam ain't hurting
And I heard you talk that shit but I'm still smirking
Cause I can't tell you bout my boys but they be murkin' I got that light shining on me, like A curtain
Grease on my hands I been working
On the road counting up this money I been earning
I had to sit and watch them niggas eat now the tables turnin'
I'm spitting fire in the booth dawg my fucking lips burnin'
Far East nigga hardly home but always reppin'
Like the Million Man March all my niggas steppin'
On my grind with my girl and my Smith & Wesson
That means I'm riding with a 10 and a 9 nigga
I know it's coming I'm just waiting my time nigga
In the trap, but I always knew my mind was bigga
I took some losses in the past, I think I got amnesia
If we take a L we still good like cold pizza but
You live and learn nigga no regrets
I been working like a fool just to pay off my debts
Grease on my hands so my girls can stay clean
And you know what that mean
Grease on my hands I been working nigga
Grease on my hands I been working dawg
This grease on my hands gon be worth it nigga, cause one it's gon pay off
Grease on my hands I been workin' nigga
Grease on my hands I been working dawg
This grease on my hands gon be worth it nigga, cause one it's gon pay off
Grease on my hands I'm working
And she knew I had some bands she flirting
On the mic I make the competition nervous
I was made for this shit I deserve it
Can't rest until the fam ain't hurting
And I heard you talk that shit but I'm still smirking
Cause I can't tell you bout my boys but they be murkin'
I got that light shining on me, like a curtain

Written by:
Devin Bussey, Fred Alcantar

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