Greasy

Dickhead what it duman, duman, duman

Huh, baby T, go, huh

Ain't goin' back and forth bout shit, tell lil bro go spin his crib

Caught him loaf'n comin' out, now he eatin' with a bib

Tried to slide and then he died, but at least that nigga slid

Press the button on his Glock and let me show you how I get

I'm from the trenches, baby, you can tell that I came from nothin

Thought she was dancin' on the dick, no, baby, this my damn gun

Uppin' rolls and fuckin' hoes, nigga, that's my way of stunnin

They like, ain't you baby T, and you the boy that made dummy