Z-Ro, Den Den - Gripping Grain lyrics

What, in this bitch fucking with Z-Ro
Motherfucking Mo City Don bitch
Yeah, I know y'all hate the way
We stare at y'all face

Rap game phenomenon, lyrically I drop bombs
With feddy up in my palms
And I show you why I'm the Don
Z-Ro the soldier, with a chip on my shoulder
I get you if I owe you
X your file like Scully and Mulder
Colder with the pen pimping thang
Fuck bringing it to your ass
Me and that boy Den Den
Gon bring it to your brain
Sit back get it together
Take a chill really sit back
When I'm on swangas never hear no noise
Cause them hoes don't click-clack
I'm thinking thoed about to unload
On anything that don't mind
Slapping patches up out your hair
Better say better somebody to find
Straight up and down and rap flawn
These jackers ain't on
That's why I skip the slab
And I move straight to foreign
Everybody has collided with The
Screwed Up Click
And when I pick up the mic and I go off
They say how he do that shit
I'm a mic wrecker
About to checkmate like checkers
A pine breasher
With 25 bags of light green on my dresser

Gripping grain
My screen is gonna fall like rain
Cause, I get my-my grind and my-my shine on
I'm balling crawling in the turning lane
We tipping and we earning mayn
Cause we get our-our grind
And our-our shine on, we hauling

Gripping grain on the feeter
Switching lanes with Aaliyah
Top down low to the ground
Car looking completed
Balling hard like Kobe
Put two inches on tobe
Pack a seventeen shot
Hope a nigga don't provoke me
Cars they smoking, with herbal incent
Mashing horses flipping tortoise
Candy up like sip beat the toll for a dolla
As I smash right under
On the passenger of me
Riding underground under
I ponder in the game
Passing laws gripping grain
Screens fall like rain
Leaving puddles and stains
For my grind be major
Hit me on two way pager
All my tools there's a later
For a safe place hater
So when you see me in them streets
You best bow down
I'm gripping grain causing pain
Hold it down H Town like a king or a chief
I'm blowing endo sweets
Saving my change pushing my Range
Starched up looking sweet

Twelve inches of dope, candy coat gon float
Got a beach house in Galveston
With woofers on bump
And we gon choke on smoke
And swallow drank as we sail
Atlantic Ocean the Pacific
Man I'm making my mail
From selling yale to record sales
To fatten our pocket
Murdering motherfuckers on wax
Can't nobody can stop it
With the checks and a black X
And a rolex make niggas check
Got my nose wide open
Smelling nothing but plex
I get deep like a dimple
Complicated but simple
From rags to riches on these bitches
Screwed Up medallion with a symbol
Ain't no mo' chains and pieces
For my nephews and nieces
When the record stores get empty
My ass get money increases
You can't walk on my lawn
Better leave my Vipor alone
Got a house in Sweet Water Texas
Lexus and a pond with a swan
They call me a swanga not a diss
I broke up on and made her bitch
Now affiliated on a candy coated yacht
Eating on shrimp fish

Straight Profit
Taking over and you can't stop it
Cause we get our-our grind
And our-our shine on, we balling
Crawling in the turning lane
We tipping and we earning mayn
Cause we get our-our grind
And our-our shine on, we hauling

Gripping grain, grind on and my-my shine on
Turning lane