Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grippin' Grain, artist - Lil C. Date of issue: 20.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Grippin' Grain |
| 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 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 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 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 |
| 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) |
| They telling me its going down on the southside of town |
| We grippin grain |
| We grippin grain and poppin trunks upon ya |
| I just want 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 ain’t fuck with the real |
| Flipping double 0 seal in the racer feel |
| Blaze to kill buy some here candy red they gots to spill |
| 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) |