Wood - Grippin Grain lyrics

(Chorus) Grippin grain grippin grain We grippin grain and poppin trunks upon ya (them yung g's are so real) We roll thangs sweet reeling round ya corner (tell me whats the deal yeah yeah) We grippin grain and poppin trunks upon ya (can you feel me ) We roll thangs sweet wheelin round ya corner (them yung g's are so real) Well I'm grippin grain candy stains presses cuts and pinky rings Viper jets and choo choo trains it ain't my fault I hog the lane Living life well give me a call Blind the guard whats happening boys Fancy toys we bring the noise C-Nile flipping youngster star We got candy cars body guards walkie talkies cellulars 84's remote controls TV with the VCR Watching a flick school or click Drop another platinum hits Watching my weight get back and braid Got em all like halamade Millionaire rapstar billionaire with Jaguars Beauty queens with no flaws when I pa** they show bras I'm lil made sashay shade all my clothes Taylor made Lorenzos and razor blades flip and Yungstar getting paid Dropping our weight chop a blade Blaze the hay got hoes for days Acrobats Bentley and Jag Bentley with the paper tags Me and ducoup in the coupe drop the top and raise the roof Diamond rocks in every tooth c nile all about the loot Now I can't sleep at night Pulling out my ice the day will come for us to ride on leather I'm not worried bout a thing popping diamonds on my pinky ring We grippin grain and popping trunks upon ya Now there was playa plex with the Eastcoast But the Southside holding it down we grippin grain We grippin grain and popping trunks upon ya I just wanna roll with you We grippin grain down south cause its time to get paid Big willie new come phillie money hopping on blades Ass sinking in leather but there ain't nuthin better Than a top dropper trunk popper Down South go getter No chasing cars in the sun rocks go rockin no fun Now im waving my one cause my job is done Nationwide here I come praise wood in my trunk Swinging wide bubble eyes banging screwed or funked They didn't believe I can wreck it but I don't no what they expected ]From a n***a whose neighborhood is strait drug and Benz' Holding down our plexes swinging wide in my Lexus Smooth spot haters crawl as I floss through Texas Feelin good on the lean tossed up looking clean Baggettes bezetines 50 rocks in my ring Though my diamonds don't glitter when I'm up on the scene And they be jockin but lockin Kool-Aid looking clean (Chorus) They telling me its going down on the southside of town We grippin grain We grippin grain and poppin trunks upon ya I just wan to roll with you And now you see just how it goes 3rd coast throwin down for sure Ain't a roley on the hoes we throw got wheels and dough Gotta gleam some more it's 3 or 4 CD blowin My ac blowin candy glowing all across the nation Drop my weight somebody hatin I'm lil pat carrying yung grippin grain just for fun Candy beatin me in the sun hop out the truck called number one Playa would feeling good showin off you wish you could Diamonds up against the wood Does his thing near every hood Showin up skated up 20 inch on truck to truck pinky close to clut You looking real good keep showin up Jump in the hearse driving in circles dropping screen watchin Urkel Turn the channel now im watching Kirk Eject that tape out cut the verse from the side to back in the Cadillac Still two corners round Mr. Crat Slangin gots a hun' showed sum yung And the n***as all got lil Barbara sprung Raise the wheels ain't f** with the real Flipping double 0 seal in the racer feel Blaze to k** buy some here candy red they gots to spill (Chorus)