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

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

We got candy cars guards walkie talkies cellulars
remote controls TV with the VCR
Watching a school or click
Drop platinum hits
Watching my get back and braid
Got em all like

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

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

We grippin grain down cause its time to get paid
Big willie new phillie money hopping on blades
Ass sinking in leather but aint nuthin better
Than a top dropper trunk Down South go getter
No chasing cars in the sun go rockin no fun
Now im waving my one my job is done
Nationwide here I come praise wood in my
Swinging wide eyes banging screwed or funked
They didn't believe I can wreck it but I don't no what expected
From a nigga neighborhood 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 50 rocks in my ring
Though my diamonds don't glitter when I'm up on the
And they be jockin but lockin Kool-Aid clean

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

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

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

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