Grippin Grain

(Chorus)<br>Grippin grain grippin grain<br>We grippin grain and poppin trunks upon ya<br>(them yung g`s are so real)<br>We roll thangs sweet reeling round ya corner<br>(tell me whats the deal yeah yeah)<br>We grippin grain and poppin trunks upon ya<br>(can you feel me )<br>We roll thangs sweet wheelin round ya corner<br>(them yung g`s are so real)<br><br>Well I`m grippin grain candy stains presses cuts and pinky rings<br>Viper jets and choo choo trains it aint my fault I hog the lane<br><br>Living life well give me a call<br>Blind the guard whats happening boys<br>Fancy toys we bring the noise<br>C-Nile flipping youngster star<br><br>We got candy cars body guards walkie talkies cellulars<br>84`s remote controls TV with the VCR<br><br>Watching a flick school or click<br>Drop another platinum hits<br>Watching my weight get back and braid<br>Got em all like halamade<br><br>Millionaire rapstar billionaire with Jaguars<br>Beauty queens with no flaws when I pass they show bras<br>I`m lil made sashay shade all my clothes Taylor made<br>Lorenzos and razor blades flip and Yungstar getting paid<br><br>Dropping our weight chop a blade<br>Blaze the hay got hoes for days<br>Acrobats Bentley and Jag Bentley with the paper tags<br>Me and ducoup in the coupe drop the top and raise the roof<br>Diamond rocks in every tooth c nile all about the loot<br><br>Now I can`t sleep at night<br>Pulling out my ice the day will come for us to ride on leather<br>I`m not worried bout a thing popping diamonds on my pinky ring<br>We grippin grain and popping trunks upon ya<br>Now there was playa plex with the Eastcoast<br>But the Southside holding it down we grippin grain<br>We grippin grain and popping trunks upon ya<br>I just wanna roll with you<br><br>We grippin grain down south cause its time to get paid<br>Big willie new come phillie money hopping on blades<br>Ass sinking in leather but there aint nuthin better<br>Than a top dropper trunk popper Down South go getter<br>No chasing cars in the sun rocks go rockin no fun<br>Now im waving my one cause my job is done<br>Nationwide here I come praise wood in my trunk<br>Swinging wide bubble eyes banging screwed or funked<br>They didn`t believe I can wreck it but I don`t no what they expected<br>>From a nigga whose neighborhood is strait drug and Benz`<br>Holding down our plexes swinging wide in my Lexus<br>Smooth spot haters crawl as I floss through Texas<br>Feelin good on the lean tossed up looking clean<br>Baggettes bezetines 50 rocks in my ring<br>Though my diamonds don`t glitter when I`m up on the scene<br>And they be jockin but lockin Kool-Aid looking clean<br><br>(Chorus)<br>They telling me its going down on the southside of town<br>We grippin grain<br>We grippin grain and poppin trunks upon ya<br>I just wan to roll with you<br><br>And now you see just how it goes 3rd coast throwin down for sure<br>Ain`t a roley on the hoes we throw got wheels and dough<br>Gotta gleam some more it`s 3 or 4 CD blowin<br>My ac blowin candy glowing all across the nation<br>Drop my weight somebody hatin<br><br>I`m lil pat carrying yung grippin grain just for fun<br>Candy beatin me in the sun hop out the truck called number one<br>Playa would feeling good showin off you wish you could<br>Diamonds up against the wood<br><br>Does his thing near every hood<br><br>Showin up skated up 20 inch on truck to truck pinky close to clut<br><br>You looking real good keep showin up<br><br>Jump in the hearse driving in circles dropping screen watchin Urkel<br>Turn the channel now im watching Kirk<br><br>Eject that tape out cut the verse from the side to back in the Cadillac<br>Still two corners round Mr. Crat<br>Slangin gots a hun` showed sum yung<br>And the niggas all got lil Barbara sprung<br>Raise the wheels aint fuck with the real <br>flipping double 0 seal in the racer feel<br>Blaze to kill buy some here candy red they gots to spill<br>(Chorus)