Grippin Grain (feat. Lil Flex, Lil James, Slikk Breeze, Wood)

Yungstar

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    [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 aint 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 pass they show bras
    I'm lil made sashay shade all my clothes Taylor made
    Lorenzos and razor blades flip and Yungstar getting paid

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    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 aint 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 nigga 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 niggas all got lil Barbara sprung
    Raise the wheels aint fuck with the real
    flipping double 0 seal in the racer feel
    Blaze to kill buy some here candy red they gots to spill
    [Chorus]

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