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Grippin grain grippin
We grippin grain and poppin trunks 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 trunks ya
(Can you me )
We roll thangs sweet round ya corner
(Them g's are so real)

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

We got candy cars body guards walkie cellulars
84'S remote controls TV the VCR
Watching a flick or click
another platinum hits
Watching my get back and braid
Got em all like

Millionaire rapstar billionaire Jaguars
Beauty queens with no flaws I pass they show bras
I'm lil made sashay shade all my clothes Taylor
Lorenzos and blades 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 raise the
Diamond rocks in every c nile all about the loot

Now I sleep at night
out my ice the day will 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 it down we grippin grain
We grain and popping trunks upon ya
I just wanna roll you

We grain down south cause its time to get paid
Big willie new come phillie hopping on blades
Ass sinking in leather but aint nuthin better
Than a top dropper trunk Down South go getter
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
wide bubble 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 drug and
Holding down our plexes swinging in my Lexus
Smooth spot haters as I floss through Texas
Feelin good on the lean tossed up clean
Baggettes 50 rocks in my ring
my diamonds don't glitter when I'm up on the scene
And they be jockin but lockin Kool-Aid looking

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

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

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

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