Grease Lyrics – Rio Da Yung OG

[Intro]
(Fu*k the fire, we got grease)
We do got grease now (It’s a Wayne beat)
That n!gga Wayne’ll get on y’all producers’ ass, n!gga
All kind of different bags
B!tch, shake that ass
B!tch, shake that ass
I got an old pint of glass Hi-Tech, don’t— alright

[Verse]
B!tch, shake that ass
I got an old pint of Hi-Tech, don’t break that glass
N!gga, I was great at math
But if you look in the room, then I ain’t in class
I was skipping, in the hood selling dope
I can’t get a b!tch pregnant, put on a glove ‘fore I poke
I got rich semen
I can’t find no white lows, I’ma Big B it
I get bored and find myself somewhere on Big Beaver
I feel like Jelly on the stage in a big beater
I be fu*king all the bad hoes, and I don’t trick neither
Just counted twenty racks up and let my b!tch keep it
Yeah, that’s my baby mama
I be giving all my side hoes eighty dollars
Went in my right pocket, pulled out enough money to buy eight Impalas
Ninety racks cash on me, but I ate McDonald’s
I feel like Durk, voice of the streets
B!tch pu*sy get moist when I speak
Taking chances shopping, I’m in ‘Troit with the heat
Walking out the mall, won’t see a n!gga horsing me
Sad news, yeah, I fu*ked your b!tch unfortunately
I keep texting the lil’ b!tch like, “Abort please, please, please”
Abort please, please, please, alright
I can’t have no more kids, I got enough problems
I gotta fly back to the city, I got court problems
I remember tryna buy a nick with four dollars
Now I’m riding ’round with two blicks and four choppers
I just bought some new cut, this a horse dropper
Finna pour a four of Wocky in a Core Water
She won’t let me hit her walls, she got a door stopper
I don’t wanna fu*k the b!tch, she a wh*re probably
But I wanna fu*k Percules
N!gga buy a lil’ gun, now he Hercules
Pointy-tip Louis on, go to church in these
You tryna make a couple dollars? Come work for me
Me and JR just poured a bad motherfu*ker, it’s the Squirt for me
Stick my finger in a b!tch pu*sy, it’s the skirt for me
Damn near passed out fu*king, I got syrup in me
Yeah, you got a hundred racks, but you poor to me
I got a bad-ass b!tch, she Portuguese
Thirty racks to the side, them lawyer fees
I ain’t squaring up with no n!gga, I SIG Sauer squeeze
Send my rich b!tch a pair of Diors like, “Order these”

[Intro]

The introduction sets the tone for the track with a declaration of defiance and confidence. “Fu*k the fire, we got grease” suggests a readiness to overcome any obstacles or challenges (“fire”) using unconventional methods (“grease”). Mentioning “Wayne beat” indicates a collaboration with the producer Wayne, known for his distinct style and skill. The reference to “different bags” may signify various avenues of success or wealth. The repeated command to “shake that ass” introduces a theme of celebration and indulgence. The mention of “Hi-Tech” suggests a reference to codeine-based cough syrup, commonly used in the hip-hop culture, hinting at a lifestyle characterized by substance use and extravagance.

[Verse]

Rio Da Yung OG’s verse delves into his past struggles, current successes, and the lifestyle he leads. He reminisces about skipping school to sell drügs in the hood, juxtaposing his street smarts (“great at math”) with his academic neglect (“ain’t in class”). Despite his illegal activities, he takes precautions to avoid unintended consequences, such as unwanted pregnancies. He boasts about his financial success, casually mentioning large sums of money and expensive purchases like Impalas. His reference to eating at McDonald’s despite his wealth reflects a sense of groundedness or nonchalance about his riches.

Rio portrays himself as a figure akin to Lil Durk, a respected voice in the streets, whose mere words have an impact (“B!tch pu*sy get moist when I speak”). He discusses navigating risky situations (“taking chances shopping”), demonstrating his comfort and confidence in his environment. The mention of “sad news” regarding someone’s girlfriend suggests his disregard for conventional morality, focusing instead on his own desires and pursuits.

As the verse progresses, Rio reflects on his past struggles and contrasts them with his current lifestyle. He recalls humble beginnings, such as trying to scrape together enough money for a small drug purchase. Now, he rides around with multiple firearms, indulges in expensive drügs, and enjoys the finer things in life, like luxury fashion (“Pointy-tip Louis”). He asserts his dominance and control over others, offering opportunities for financial gain while flaunting his own wealth and status.

Despite his bravado, Rio acknowledges the consequences of his actions, such as legal troubles and the risks associated with substance abuse. He juxtaposes moments of indulgence with reminders of the harsh realities of his lifestyle, such as the cost of legal representation (“Thirty racks to the side, them lawyer fees”). The verse concludes with a sense of authority and extravagance, as Rio asserts his dominance and lavishes gifts on his partners.