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

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

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

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

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

We grippin grain down south cause its time to get
Big willie new phillie money hopping on blades
Ass sinking in leather but there aint better
a top dropper trunk popper Down South go getter
No cars in the sun rocks go rockin no fun
Now im waving my one cause my job is
Nationwide here I come praise in my trunk
Swinging wide bubble eyes banging or funked
They didn't I can wreck it but I don't no what they expected
From a nigga whose neighborhood is strait drug and
down our plexes swinging wide in my Lexus
Smooth spot haters crawl as I through Texas
Feelin good on the tossed 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 Kool-Aid looking clean

They telling me its going on the southside of town
We grain
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 roley on the hoes we throw got wheels and
Gotta gleam some more 3 or 4 CD blowin
My ac candy glowing all across the nation
Drop my somebody hatin

I'm lil pat yung grippin grain just for fun
Candy beatin me in the sun hop out the truck number one
Playa would good showin off you wish you could
Diamonds up the wood
Does his thing near every
Showin up skated up 20 inch on to truck pinky close to clut
You looking good keep showin up
Jump in the hearse driving in circles screen watchin Urkel
Turn the now im watching Kirk
that tape out cut the verse from the side to back in the Cadillac
Still two corners Mr. Crat
Slangin gots a hun' showed sum
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 gots to

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