Epik - Grippin' Woodgrain lyrics

Smoking k**er grippin grain Out my mind I'm so insane Finest fabrics on my back Bally kicks Birkin Jeans [x3] Smoking k**er grippin grain Out my mind I'm so insane Finest fabrics on my back Bally kicks Birkin Jeans Clean with a dirty swing Catch me with a bony thing Louboutin everything Engaged but no wedding ring Type of woman I attract Cheetah print all on the back Sexy motherf**er you Love how you be switching that LA by way of New York She tell me she love my talk I tell her I love her walk The way she bought without a card Got me 'bout to set it off Hit a bank up like Latifa, yeah that type of set it off Favorite show the Commodores, minds is more like entourage I be playing Vinnie Chase and mama get her Sasha on Cutting till the break of dawn Then I'm off, on the road, probably to another show Different city, newer clothes Different ho, a different stroke f** you mean I'm gnarly Joe My old head put me on the game Keep it pimpin' never fold So I spit it, here it go Smoking k**er grippin grain Out my mind I'm so insane Finest fabrics on my back Bally kicks Birkin jeans [x3] I do the Raf Simons she ain't even head of it The situation looking flaky then I'm curvin' it Condo out in Jersey, I ain't even furnished it That's a sub-lease that lease ain't even permanent Asap tat is on a n***a permanent Long hair a n***a might just throw a perm in it Maserati ridin catch a n***a swervin in I'm moving fast, you can't catch up to my turbulence Smoking lemon kush, yeah I'm eating good I see the limit push, and I'mma leave for good L-lil mama lookin she heard I eat it good They call me Hollywood, but I'm a keep it hood Na-na-now I came down south, n***as know I keep it banging Good whip, keep it ringing Keep the wood grain I'm slangin 4's and tippin Nothing different And we on that codeine promethazine the same thing And it made my nose bleed Smoking k**er grippin grain Out my mind I'm so insane Finest fabrics on my back Bally Kicks Birkin jeans [x3] Tippin on 4's, riding real slow Everywhere we go, hoes wanna know Who we are, we are them ASAP boys (ayo-ayo[2x]) Tippin on 4's, riding real slow Everywhere we go, hoes wanna know Who we are, we are them ASAP boys (ayo-ayo[2x]) Smoking k**er grippin grain Out my mind I'm so insane Finest fabrics on my back Bally kicks Birkin Jeans