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Grippin grain grain
We grippin and poppin trunks upon ya
(Them g's are so real)
We thangs sweet reeling round ya corner
(Tell me whats the yeah yeah)
We grippin grain and trunks 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 choo trains it my fault I hog the lane
life well give me a call
Blind the whats happening boys
toys we bring the noise
C-Nile flipping youngster

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

Millionaire rapstar billionaire with
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
the hay got hoes for days
Acrobats Bentley and Jag with the paper tags
Me and ducoup in the 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 come for us to ride on leather
I'm not worried a thing popping diamonds on my pinky ring
We grippin grain and popping upon ya
Now there was plex with the Eastcoast
But the Southside holding it we grippin grain
We grippin and popping trunks upon ya
I just wanna roll you

We grippin down south cause its time to get paid
Big willie new come phillie money hopping on
Ass sinking in leather but there nuthin better
Than a top dropper trunk popper Down South go
No chasing cars in the sun rocks go no fun
Now im waving my one my job is done
Nationwide here I praise wood in my trunk
Swinging wide bubble eyes screwed or funked
didn't believe I can wreck it but I don't no what they expected
From a nigga whose neighborhood is drug and Benz'
Holding down our plexes swinging wide in my
spot haters crawl as I floss through Texas
Feelin good on the lean up looking clean
bezetines 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 telling me its going down on the of town
We grippin
We grippin and poppin trunks upon ya
I just wan to 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 it's 3 or 4 CD blowin
My ac blowin candy all across the nation
Drop my weight somebody

I'm lil pat carrying yung grippin just for fun
Candy beatin me in the sun hop out the truck number one
Playa would feeling showin off you wish you could
up against the wood
Does his near every hood
Showin up skated up 20 inch on truck to truck pinky to clut
You real good keep showin up
Jump in the hearse in circles dropping screen watchin Urkel
Turn the channel now im 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 with the real
double 0 seal in the racer feel
Blaze to kill buy some here candy red they to spill

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