Grippin’ Grain E.S.G. (TX) (Ft. DeShawn Hill & Slim Thug)

[Intro: E.S.G & Slim Thug]
Say Slim, what's the deal baby?
Making this money man
Uh-huh, true that, true that
Check this out, it's going down over here
On the South, so I'm bout to come over there
On the North and scoop you up
We gotta put it down, boys ain't feel us in 9-9
With that Braids N' Fades, it's Y2K baby
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout, candy coated still puttin' it down
Still swangin' and bangin' ha, boys gon' feel us man
Boys gon feel us, wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-what
Fo' sure

[Hook: DeShawn Hill & E.S.G]
My love, have you ever seen a
Candy coated Excursion?
Swang and bang, still grippin' grain
Northside, man huh, Southside what

[Verse: E.S.G.]
See I'm a wide body roller, wood grain remote controller
Blades on Escalades, electric shocks on Range Rovers
Man the game over, when me and Slim pull up
You see us flossing on chrome, with the styrofoam cup
I got a eight and a liter, swangin' on the feeder
In the Bentley watching BET, I'm tripping off of Cita
Cristal margaritas, we some block bleeders
My balling tire size, can't ride in two-seaters
Man I need Excursion, or my Navigator
My big body Denali, squattin' like a Florida Gator
Tell them playa haters, E.S.G. I don't bar
Get the cash and dash, like my name was Peter Warren
I parallel parked it, ghetto starts cost to Mars
Man my rent cost more, than some boys cars
Hit the Boulevard, with the nine in my lap-lap
Southside on the map-map, Screw tape tap-tap