Grippin Grain
Yungstar, Wood, Lil' Flex, Lil James, Slikk Breeze, Kool Aid
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[Chorus:] Gripping on wood grain Keep on, keep on, keep on moving Banging, swerving lane to lane Gripping on grain, while the fifteen's bang Know you wonder if it's thunder, where the f*ck is the rain Lane to lane dripping blue, puffing on coo-coo Candy wetter than do, banging nothing but Screw Reclined on buck, like I'm stuck in the mud Ripping my mug cause I'm thug, sipping straight out the jug Ghetto thoed we ghetto known, wih mo' ice on my heart Boy got mo' ice, than a W march Bout to knock my trunk off, with this shit down South Knocking pictures off your wall, when I pass by your house Know your spouse is your trojan, if you love her than get her 'Cause she stuck on a G, like a god damn sweater Hotter than a baretta, trying to give it up fast Left her stupid like cupid, and put a plug in her ass Swanging glass moving fast, as I dash through your hood Picking splinters out my palm mayn, gripping on wood [Chorus: Repeat 2X] Hear them niggaz bumping, but they can't forget Swanging down bumping tip, champagne under the tent Trend setter, red beam for plexing Crawling, living the life of a Texan Get down your block three in the morning, waking the hood up Crawling purple passion, up in my cup I-10 to seventy one, mash the gas to Austin Chrome glossing, big bossing flossing Block to block spot to spot, no need for tripping Still collecting my ends, in the 2K dimension Twist a leaf out the leaf, as I crawl through the street Waiting on the sunrise, praying a G on deep It's a Sunday a fun day, and I crawl down Sunnydale Sparkling sun rays, making the game prevail Jazzy broads whispering, boppers shaking they tail You can do what you do, I'm all about my mail [Chorus: Repeat 2X] Lights, camera, action it's on Bang out my garage, and I'm on 20 inch chrome Grab my phone, cause I'm calling Al-D When they see the buttons, don't try to compare me She gon stare G, so you better get her I'm coming down, and I'm banging the hardest pit of the litter Down south, keep our name out your mouth And we'll get it on, and we known to buy a house And buy the block it don't stop, with shoes and socks Bet the top drop, and let the bumper unlock But me I'm rolling foreign, never ever alone Swanging left and right, with alarm cats knowing Paints I be pouring, and you know I'm so wet Getting me a ticket from the laws, you want to bet They can't stand me, pulling off they say you dripping too much candy Yes I can't stand it, I'm the drank and drip bandit You can't handle it, bought the ice that sunk the Titanic Don't panic, when you see me riding with Janet On the escapade, riding a Escalade Break these boys off with techs, my chest plate [Chorus: Repeat 4X] We gonna swang, we gonna bang We gonna grip on wood, baby - 4x
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Written by: JAMES EARL BRADSHAW, TEDDY RILEY, RAPHAEL SAADIQ
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