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Grippin grain grippin
We grippin grain and poppin upon 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 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 and choo choo trains it aint my fault I hog the lane
Living life give me a call
Blind the guard happening boys
toys we bring the noise
C-Nile youngster star

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

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

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

We grippin grain south cause its time to get paid
Big willie new phillie money hopping on blades
Ass in leather but there aint nuthin better
Than a top dropper trunk popper Down South go
No cars in the sun rocks go rockin no fun
Now im my one cause my job is done
Nationwide here I come wood in my trunk
Swinging bubble eyes banging screwed or funked
didn't believe I can wreck it but I don't no what they expected
From a nigga whose is strait drug and Benz'
Holding down our plexes swinging in my Lexus
Smooth spot haters crawl as I floss Texas
Feelin on the lean tossed up looking clean
bezetines 50 rocks in my ring
Though my diamonds don't glitter I'm up on the scene
And they be jockin but Kool-Aid looking clean

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

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

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

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