Z-ro - Gripping Grain lyrics

(*talking*) What, in this b**h f**ing with Z-Ro Motherf**ing Mo City Don b**h Yeah, I know y'all hate the way we stare at y'all face (Z-Ro) Rap game phenomenon, lyrically I drop bombs With feddy up in my palms, and I show you why I'm the Don Z-Ro the soldier, with a chip on my shoulder I get you if I owe you, X your file like Scully and Mulder Colder with the pen pimping thang, f** bringing it to your a** Me and that boy Den Den, gon bring it to your brain Sit back get it together, take a chill really sit back When I'm on swangas never hear no noise, cause them hoes don't click-clack I'm thinking thoed about to unload, on anything that don't mind Slapping patches up out your hair, better say better somebody to find Straight up and down and rap flawn, these jackers ain't on That's why I skip the slab, and I move straight to foreign Everybody has collided with The Screwed Up Click And when I pick up the mic and I go off, they say how he do that sh** I'm a mic wrecker, about to checkmate like checkers A pine breasher, with 25 bags of light green on my dresser (Hook) Gripping grain, my screen is gonna fall like rain Cause I get my-my grind and my-my shine on, I'm balling Crawling in the turning lane, we tipping and we earning mayn Cause we get our-our grind and our-our shine on, we hauling (Den Den) Gripping grain on the feeter, switching lanes with Aaliyah Top down low to the ground, car looking completed Balling hard like Kobe, put two inches on tobe Pack a seventeen shot, hope a n***a don't provoke me Cars they smoking, with herbal incent Mashing horses flipping tortoise, candy up like sip Beat the toll for a dolla, as I smash right under On the pa**enger of me, riding underground under I ponder in the game, pa**ing laws gripping grain Screens fall like rain, leaving puddles and stains For my grind be major, hit me on two way pager All my tools there's a later, for a safe place hater So when you see me in them streets, you best bow down I'm gripping grain causing pain, hold it down H-Town Like a king or a chief, I'm blowing endo sweets Saving my change pushing my Range, starched up looking sweet (Hook) (Z-Ro) Twelve inches of dope, candy coat gon float Got a beach house in Galveston, with woofers on bump And we gon choke on smoke, and swallow drank as we sail Atlantic Ocean the Pacific, man I'm making my mail From selling yale to record sales, to fatten our pocket Murdering motherf**ers on wax, can't nobody can stop it With the checks and a black X, and a rolex make n***as check Got my nose wide open, smelling nothing but plex I get deep like a dimple, complicated but simple From rags to riches on these b**hes, Screwed Up medallion with a symbol Ain't no mo' chains and pieces, for my nephews and nieces When the record stores get empty, my a** get money increases You can't walk on my lawn, better leave my Vipor alone Got a house in Sweet Water Texas, Lexus and a pond with a swan They call me a swanga not a diss, I broke up on and made her b**h Now affiliated on a candy coated yacht, eating on shrimp fish (Hook) Straight Profit, taking over and you can't stop it Cause we get our-our grind and our-our shine on, we balling Crawling in the turning lane, we tipping and we earning mayn Cause we get our-our grind and our-our shine on, we hauling Gripping grain, grind on and my-my shine on Turning lane