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

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

We got candy cars guards walkie talkies cellulars
84'S remote TV with the VCR
Watching a flick or click
Drop another hits
Watching my weight get back and
Got em all halamade

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

Now I sleep at night
out my ice the day will come for us to ride on leather
I'm not worried bout a thing popping diamonds on my pinky
We grippin grain and trunks upon ya
Now there was playa plex with the
But the Southside holding it down we grippin
We grain 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 nuthin
Than a top trunk popper Down South go getter
No chasing in the sun rocks go rockin no fun
Now im waving my one my job is done
Nationwide here I come praise wood in my
Swinging wide bubble eyes banging or funked
They didn't believe I can wreck it but I no what they expected
From a nigga whose neighborhood is strait and Benz'
Holding down our plexes swinging in my Lexus
Smooth spot haters crawl as I floss Texas
Feelin good on the lean up looking clean
Baggettes bezetines 50 rocks in my
Though my diamonds don't glitter when I'm up on the
And be jockin but lockin Kool-Aid looking clean

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 throwin 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
Drop my somebody hatin

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

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