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

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

We got candy body guards walkie talkies cellulars
84'S controls TV with the VCR
Watching a flick or click
another platinum hits
Watching my weight get back and
Got em all halamade

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

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

We grippin grain down cause its time to get paid
Big willie new come phillie hopping on blades
Ass sinking in but there aint nuthin better
Than a top dropper trunk popper South go getter
No chasing cars in the sun go rockin no fun
Now im my one cause my job is done
Nationwide here I come praise wood in my
Swinging wide bubble eyes banging or funked
didn't believe I can wreck it but I don't no what they expected
From a whose neighborhood is strait 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
Baggettes bezetines 50 rocks in my
Though my diamonds don't glitter I'm up on the scene
And they be jockin but lockin 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 throwin down for sure
Ain't a on the hoes we throw got wheels and dough
Gotta gleam some more it's 3 or 4 CD
My ac candy glowing all across the nation
Drop my weight hatin

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

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