Grippin Grain Lyrics - Singles - Yungstar

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 

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 

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 

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