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

Well I'm grippin grain candy stains presses cuts and pinky
Viper jets and choo choo 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 body guards walkie talkies
84'S remote controls TV the VCR
Watching a flick or click
Drop platinum hits
Watching my weight get and braid
Got em all like

rapstar billionaire with Jaguars
Beauty queens with no flaws when I pass they show
I'm lil made sashay shade all my Taylor made
Lorenzos and razor flip and Yungstar getting paid
Dropping our weight chop a
Blaze the hay got hoes for
Acrobats Bentley and Jag Bentley with the tags
Me and ducoup in the drop the top and raise the roof
Diamond rocks in every tooth c nile all about the

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

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

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

And now you see just how it goes 3rd coast down for sure
a roley on the hoes we throw got wheels and dough
Gotta gleam more it's 3 or 4 CD blowin
My ac blowin candy glowing all across the
my weight somebody hatin

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

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