DEBEA$$I - Grippin' Grain Lyrics

Yeah lets go
Grab your keys
You already know what this is nigga
Roll your blunts
Roll your joints
Start your cars
Lets Go
Working wood wheel working working wood wheel
Start the DTS because I just wrecked the Seville
Working wood wheel working working wood wheel
Deuces on the Buick put them horns up in my grill
Working wood wheel working working wood wheel
Mercedes S 430 she like how the leather feel
Working wood wheel working working wood wheel
New ES 350 first I skrrt and then I peel
Working wood wheel
Young nigga playing Cadillac
Roll that window down
And your bitch damn near caught that asthma-tack
Pull up to the light
Spartan legion marching in the back
L37 northstar V-8 purring like a tiger cat
Playas coming down
Naturals rolling vogues and chopping blades
Double dual exhaust
Swing the corner out the turning lane
Back up in the hood
We slide them deuces under Buick frames
Ridin in that Oldsmobile
I used to drive that 88
Twelves in that Century
Ivory Chevy had to lift it
For the Lincolns continentals
Mr. key in the ignition
And I'm still lane swtichin
Wit my seat on recline
Got yo main in my ride
Bitch don't touch my alpine
Cuz we rollin
Cruisin ridin floatin under city lights
Pedal to the floor
Peel off
Off into the night
Bitch I'm pulling up
Grab yo clutch and get them titties right
Take off outta sight
Smell the gas and you hear the pipes
Working wood wheel working working wood wheel
Start the DTS because I just wrecked the Seville
Working wood wheel working working wood wheel
Deuces on the Buick put them horns up in my grill
Working wood wheel working working wood wheel
Mercedes S 430 she like how the leather feel
Working wood wheel working working wood wheel
New ES 350 first I skrrt and then I peel
Im gripping wood sunk in leather seats
Hoping out the V
Cole Haan's on my feet
The nerve of these niggaz
Comparing you to me
They 100 I'm a stack
That's a full G
Sum like a player
Come from the Himalaya
Plus I feel how I look
And that's Debonair
Now they got me back on my bullshit
That's Phil Jack Cartwright Ku-koc
And Scottie Pip
Spittaz
Pulled up like Mike in his playing days
Them tires skrrted off like
Mustard and Mayonnaise
That's vogues on these hoes bitch
I aint choose the game I got picked
Now I'm staying down
Like ten toes
For a V12
With the floor shift
Cuz we rollin
Cruisin ridin floatin under city lights
Pedal to the floor
Peel off
Off into the night
Bitch I'm pulling up
Grab yo clutch and get them titties right
Take off outta sight
Smell the gas the you hear the pipes
Working wood wheel working working wood wheel
Start the DTS because I just wrecked the Seville
Working wood wheel working working wood wheel
Deuces on the Buick put them horns up in my grill
Working wood wheel working working wood wheel
Mercedes S 430 she like how the leather feel
Working wood wheel working working wood wheel
New ES 350 first I skrrt and then I peel