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Grippin grain grippin
We grippin grain and trunks upon ya
(Them g's are so real)
We roll thangs sweet round ya corner
(Tell me whats the deal yeah)
We grain and poppin trunks upon ya
(Can you me )
We roll thangs sweet wheelin 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 well give me a call
Blind the guard whats boys
toys we bring the noise
C-Nile youngster star

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

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

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 ring
We grippin grain and trunks upon ya
Now there was playa with the Eastcoast
But the Southside holding it we grippin grain
We grippin grain and popping trunks ya
I just wanna with you

We grippin grain down south its time to get paid
Big willie new phillie money hopping on blades
Ass sinking in leather but there aint nuthin
Than a top dropper trunk popper Down South go
No chasing in the sun rocks go rockin no fun
Now im my one cause my job is done
here I come praise wood in my trunk
Swinging wide eyes banging screwed or funked
They didn't believe I can wreck it but I don't no they expected
From a nigga whose neighborhood is strait and Benz'
Holding down our plexes swinging in my Lexus
Smooth spot crawl as I floss through Texas
Feelin good on the lean tossed up clean
bezetines 50 rocks in my ring
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 grippin grain and poppin trunks ya
I just wan to roll 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 some more it's 3 or 4 CD blowin
My ac blowin candy glowing all across the
Drop my weight somebody

I'm lil pat yung grippin grain just for fun
Candy beatin me in the sun hop out the truck called one
Playa would feeling good showin off you you could
Diamonds up the wood
Does his near every hood
Showin up skated up 20 inch on truck to pinky close to clut
You looking real good keep up
Jump in the hearse driving in circles screen watchin Urkel
Turn the channel now im watching
Eject that tape out cut the verse from the side to back in the
Still two round Mr. Crat
Slangin gots a hun' showed sum
And the niggas all got lil sprung
Raise the aint fuck 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 on the southside of town
We grain
We grippin grain and trunks upon ya
I just wan to with you