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

Well I'm grippin candy stains presses cuts and pinky rings
Viper jets and choo choo it aint my fault I hog the lane
Living life well me a call
Blind the whats happening boys
Fancy toys we bring the
flipping youngster star

We got candy cars body guards walkie talkies
remote controls TV with the VCR
Watching a flick or click
Drop another platinum
Watching my weight get back and
Got em all halamade

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

Now I can't at night
Pulling out my ice the day will for us to ride 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 plex the Eastcoast
But the Southside it down we grippin grain
We grippin grain and popping trunks ya
I just wanna with you

We grippin grain down south cause its to get paid
Big willie new come phillie hopping on blades
Ass sinking in leather but there aint nuthin
Than a top dropper trunk 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 believe I can wreck it but I don't no what they
From a nigga whose neighborhood is strait and Benz'
Holding down our swinging wide in my Lexus
Smooth spot haters crawl as I floss Texas
Feelin good on the lean tossed up looking
Baggettes 50 rocks in my ring
Though my don't glitter when I'm up on the scene
And they be jockin but lockin looking clean

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

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

I'm lil pat carrying yung grain just for fun
beatin me in the sun hop out the truck called number one
Playa would feeling good showin off you you could
Diamonds up against the
Does his thing every hood
Showin up skated up 20 inch on truck to pinky close 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 tape out cut the verse from the side to back in the Cadillac
Still two corners round Mr.
Slangin gots a hun' showed sum
And the all got lil Barbara sprung
Raise the wheels fuck with the real
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 grain
We grippin and poppin trunks upon ya
I just wan to with you