Z-Ro Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Gripping Grain Lyrics

f/ Den Den

 

 (*talking*)

 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

 

 [Z-Ro]

 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

 

 [Hook]

 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

 

 [Den Den]

 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

 

 [Hook]

 

 [Z-Ro]

 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

 

 [Hook]

 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