Grippin

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CHRIST DILLINGER & Lope Dope (Rap) - Rap

Grippin

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[Intro] (Yeah-, y-y-yeah, hoe) (Yeah, hoe) (Yeah, hoe) [Chorus] Grippin' the grain up in the slant (Yeah, hoe) Workin' the wood is understood Tippin' these hoes, and slammin' they door Pullin' these hoes, and, man, these- Grippin' the-, grippin' the grain up in the slant (Yeah, hoe) Workin' the wood is understood Tippin' these hoes, and slammin' they door Grippin' the grain up in the slant Grippin' the grain up in the slant (Yeah, hoe) Workin' the wood is understood Tippin' these hoes, and slammin' they door Pullin' these hoes, and, man, these- Grippin' the-, grippin' the grain up in the slant (Yeah, hoe) Workin' the wood is understood Tippin' these hoes, and slammin' they door Grippin' the grain up in the slant [Verse 1: Lope Dope] I'm grippin', I'm whippin' that V8 (Yeah, hoe), a lil' dope in it Pull up, smoke about three-five of that White Widow, got no Midgit Twin got twenty-six years for uppin' that rope-rope (Yeah, hoe) Cas-Casino livin', got GTA money I'm runnin' the city, I'm grippin' that grain, ain't nothin' funny, yeah That Texas weather, so it's always sunny (Yeah, hoe) We were smokin', we pop at your noggin He talkin' that nonsense Two weeks of that top shelf straight to the noggin I was talkin' blah-blah (Yeah, hoe) while whippin' the drop-top Smokin' up outta a whole three Wa-Wasn't no QP, 'cause now the heat on me Pineapple Fanta overflowin' (Yeah, hoe), got the Tech in it She in that Jeep Cherokee, she smokin', she get wet in it I-I-I'm movin' the Parakeets (Yeah, hoe) Like Bluetooth, you cannot connect with me You cannot pair with me My Glock hot in any situation, we can do whatever, got the squares on me (Yeah, hoe) The bail's on me, got pails on me, got rails on me What you wanna do lil' boy? Made 25k last week, yeah And I can't make less than that (Yeah, hoe), 'cause that is my policy I'm smokin' a bag of the broccoli I'm feelin' it in my lungs, honestly [Chorus] Grippin' the grain up in the slant (Yeah, hoe) Workin' the wood is understood Tippin' these hoes, and slammin' they door Pullin' these hoes, and, man, these- Grippin' the-, grippin' the grain up in the slant (Yeah, hoe) Workin' the wood is understood Tippin' these hoes, and slammin' they door Grippin' the grain up in the slant Grippin' the grain up in the slant (Yeah, hoe) Workin' the wood is understood Tippin' these hoes, and slammin' they door Pullin' these hoes, and, man, these- Grippin' the-, grippin' the grain up in the slant (Yeah, hoe) Workin' the wood is understood Tippin' these hoes, and slammin' they door Grippin' the grain up in the slant [Verse 2: CHRIST DILLINGER] Ain't tryna fuck with you niggas, I'm straight (Yeah, hoe) Ran up early, your bag a lil' late Ain't writin' no verses, I'll do it first take Who the fuck said I fell off, bitch, I'm gettin' that cake Back in the day, rollin' blunts up with [?] (Yeah, hoe) You think I was Future way I carry Drakes Nigga talk crazy, get hit in the head Look at my cup, see a whole lotta red I leave you dead (Yeah, hoe) I don't give a fuck if niggas don't fuck with me, my cup, it red Back in the day ain't no bitches wan' fuck on me, now they wan' fuck because my pockets fed I remember not havin' no money (Yeah, hoe) I was down bad, nigga, I was hurt Got off my ass, got that shit out the dirt Back in the day I had nowhere to stay 'Member me and my mama had nowhere to stay (Yeah, hoe) I spent three hundred on one cup of lean I'm a fiend, baby, know what I mean? What's that shit in your cup? 'Cause that shit's not Codeine Sippin' on green, nigga, I know you busy (Yeah, hoe) Talkin' 'bout one of us, all us get busy Send me the plugs with the Perc in the city I ran up a bag, and I did it real quickly She can't believe it like Ripley (Yeah, hoe) I'm reppin' a Audi, pull up in a Lexus I never had shit, so you know I love flexin' Off the pills, nigga, I'm off the antidepressants I lost a lot of my niggas, but still, I be feelin' they presence (Yeah, hoe) Free all my niggas they got on corrections [Chorus] Grippin' the grain up in the slant (Yeah, hoe) Workin' the wood is understood Tippin' these hoes, and slammin' they door Pullin' these hoes, and, man, these- Grippin' the-, grippin' the grain up in the slant (Yeah, hoe) Workin' the wood is understood Tippin' these hoes, and slammin' they door Grippin' the grain up in the slant Grippin' the grain up in the slant (Yeah, hoe) Workin' the wood is understood Tippin' these hoes, and slammin' they door Pullin' these hoes, and, man, these- Grippin' the-, grippin' the grain up in the slant (Yeah, hoe) Workin' the wood is understood Tippin' these hoes, and slammin' they door

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Credits

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  • Lope Dope (Rap)
  • CHRIST DILLINGER