[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 n***as, 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
N***a 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 n***as 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, n***a, 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, n***a, 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, n***a, I'm off the antidepressants
I lost a lot of my n***as, but still, I be feelin' they presence (Yeah, hoe)
Free all my n***as 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