Al-D, Yungstarboi1, Ronnie Spencer, K-Rino Tags - Grippin Grain lyrics

Gripping on wood grain
Keep on, keep on, keep on moving
Banging, swerving lane to lane

Gripping on grain, while the 15's bang
Know you wonder if it's thunder
Where the fuck 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

Hear them niggas 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
I10 to 71, 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

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 wanna 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

We gonna swang, we gonna bang
We gonna grip on wood, baby -