"Comin Down Ain't Dead" lyrics

This come down shit ain't dead, nigga
What up? It's Neighborhood Nip Hussle (It's the captain)
You already know, I'm with the legend Mr. Lee right now
Man, this the Architect right here (Still comin' down, nigga)
That's right
This how we do it, Southside shit

Yes, I'm hurtin' when I slide through, Cadillac IQ
Panoramic sky blue, actin' like a boss do
The Chevy is sittin' low, perfect on the belly
Trunk knockin' and the ass sittin' heavy
That old-school ready
Tippin' it steady, bitch, I'm comin' down
Southside, we comin' to run the town (Town)
Peanut butter guts is covered in dookie brown
Yeah, them gas buds burnin', we smellin' just like a pound
Grippin' on the lumber (Lumber), killin' another summer, on God
Yeah, the Don got that motherfucker hard (Hard)
A bad yellow broad (Broad), holdin', we on the 'vard
He a legend on the blacktop, they gotta give my card

Every time they see a player, I be
Comin' down, grippin' grain, grippin' grain
Comin' down, grippin' grain
Comin' down, grippin' grain, grippin' grain (Comin' down, grippin' grain)
Comin' down, grippin' grain (Got woodgrain in one hand and a cold cup in the other)
Comin' down, grippin' grain, grippin' grain (With somethin' on my lap)
Comin' down, grippin' grain
Comin' down, grippin' grain, grippin' grain (Comin' down, grippin' grain)
Comin' down, grippin' grain (Paul Wall, baby)

I got my trunk open and roof cracked (Cracked)
Heads turn when I park the 'Lac ('Lack)
Slant back, ain't nothin' wack (Wack)
Screens on, watchin' The Mack (Mack)
Bum before, but the paper stack (Stack)
Clockin' cheese like Colby Jack (Jack)
In the mix, rollin' with the pack (Pack)
I'm goin' live, what's up, chat? (Chat)
Haters fall back, move aside, my candy ride drip puddles (Drip puddles)
Comin' down, still on the grind, I'm baggin' up my Ruffles (My Ruffles)
Never weak, got it off the muscle, I'm never too rich to hustle (Hustle)
Old-school with a digital dash, inside look like a space shuttle (Shuttle)
Almond butter, that's light cream, my pillow top so soft (So soft)
House of colors with candy gloss, make heads turn like a coin toss (Toss)
Grippin' grain and comin' down on I-45 headed south
I'm known to floss, I'm Randy Moss, tryna shake the haters on a paper route

Every time they see a player, I be
Comin' down, grippin' grain, grippin' grain
Comin' down, grippin' grain
Comin' down, grippin' grain, grippin' grain
Comin' down, grippin' grain
Comin' down, grippin' grain, grippin' grain (Yeah)
Comin' down, grippin' grain (Long time comin')
Comin' down, grippin' grain, grippin' grain (Without further ado)
Comin' down, grippin' grain (Yeah)

So much wood in this bitch like a log cabin (Wood)
5G, twenty-sixes and they all glassy (Glass)
Four fifteens knockin', got the walls crackin' (Knockin')
Tweeters singin' down the block, yeah, they all blastin' (Jammin')
H-Town is the region where the wheels long (Pokin')
Somethin' pretty on my side like Nia Long (Throwed)
Clusters pressed against the grain like Sweet Jones
Glass house blowed, in the mold gettin' my chief on (Blowed)
'Sace shades, low-key, gettin' my peep on (Loaded)
Backwoods, smokin' good 'til the leaf gone (Chokin')
Fours tippin' down the block, gettin' my creep on
Hardest on the slab and I put that on my T-dome

Every time they see a player, I be
Comin' down, grippin' grain, grippin' grain
Comin' down, grippin' grain