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

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

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

Millionaire rapstar billionaire with
queens with no flaws when I pass they show bras
I'm lil made sashay shade all my clothes made
Lorenzos and razor blades flip and Yungstar paid
Dropping our weight chop a
Blaze the hay got for days
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 the loot

Now I can't at night
Pulling out my ice the day 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 it down we grippin grain
We grippin grain and popping trunks ya
I just roll with you

We grippin grain down cause its time to get paid
Big willie new phillie money hopping on blades
Ass sinking in leather but there aint better
Than a top dropper trunk popper South go getter
No chasing cars in the sun rocks go no fun
Now im waving my one cause my job is
Nationwide here I praise wood in my trunk
Swinging wide bubble banging screwed or funked
They didn't believe I can wreck it but I don't no they expected
From a whose neighborhood is strait drug and Benz'
Holding down our plexes wide in my Lexus
Smooth spot haters crawl as I floss through
good on the lean 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 looking clean

They telling me its going down on the southside of
We grippin
We grippin grain and 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 some more it's 3 or 4 CD
My ac blowin candy glowing all the nation
my weight somebody hatin

I'm lil pat yung grippin grain just for fun
Candy beatin me in the sun hop out the called number one
Playa would good showin off you wish you could
up against the wood
Does his thing near hood
Showin up skated up 20 inch on to truck pinky close to clut
You looking real good keep up
Jump in the hearse driving in dropping screen watchin Urkel
the channel now im watching Kirk
Eject that tape out cut the verse from the 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 some here candy red they to spill

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