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Grippin grain grippin
We grippin and poppin trunks upon ya
(Them g's are so real)
We roll thangs sweet round ya corner
(Tell me whats the deal yeah)
We grain and poppin trunks upon ya
(Can you me )
We roll thangs wheelin round ya corner
(Them g's are so real)

Well I'm grippin grain candy stains presses and pinky rings
jets and choo choo trains it aint my fault I hog the lane
Living life well me a call
Blind the guard whats boys
Fancy we bring the noise
C-Nile flipping youngster

We got candy cars guards walkie talkies cellulars
84'S controls TV with the VCR
Watching a flick school or
another platinum hits
Watching my weight get and braid
Got em all like

Millionaire billionaire with Jaguars
Beauty queens with no flaws when I they show bras
I'm lil sashay shade all my clothes Taylor made
Lorenzos and razor blades flip and getting paid
our weight chop a blade
Blaze the hay got for days
Acrobats Bentley and Jag Bentley with the tags
Me and ducoup in the coupe drop the top and raise the
Diamond rocks in every tooth c nile all the loot

Now I sleep at night
Pulling out my ice the day will come for us to on leather
I'm not worried bout a popping diamonds on my pinky ring
We grippin grain and popping upon ya
Now there was playa plex the Eastcoast
But the holding it down we grippin grain
We grippin grain and popping trunks ya
I just wanna roll you

We grippin grain down south cause its to get paid
Big willie new come money hopping on blades
Ass sinking in leather but there aint better
a top dropper trunk popper Down South go getter
No chasing in the sun rocks go rockin no fun
Now im waving my one cause my job is
Nationwide I come praise wood in my trunk
Swinging wide bubble banging screwed or funked
They believe I can wreck it but I don't no what they expected
a nigga whose neighborhood is strait drug and Benz'
Holding our plexes swinging wide in my Lexus
Smooth spot haters crawl as I through Texas
Feelin good on the tossed up looking clean
Baggettes 50 rocks in my ring
Though my diamonds don't when I'm up on the scene
And they be jockin but lockin Kool-Aid looking

They me its going down on the southside of town
We grain
We grain and poppin trunks upon ya
I just wan to roll you

And now you see just how it goes 3rd coast down for sure
Ain't a roley on the we throw got wheels and dough
gleam some more it's 3 or 4 CD blowin
My ac blowin candy all across the nation
my weight somebody hatin

I'm lil pat carrying yung grain just for fun
Candy beatin me in the sun hop out the truck called one
Playa would feeling showin off you wish you could
up against the wood
Does his near every hood
Showin up skated up 20 inch on truck to truck pinky to clut
You looking real keep showin up
Jump in the hearse driving in circles screen watchin Urkel
the channel now im watching Kirk
Eject that tape out cut the verse from the side to in the Cadillac
Still two corners Mr. Crat
Slangin gots a hun' showed sum
And the niggas all got lil sprung
Raise the wheels aint with the real
Flipping double 0 seal in the feel
Blaze to kill buy some here candy red they gots to

They telling me its down on the southside of town
We grippin
We grippin and poppin trunks upon ya
I just wan to roll you