"Gripping My Wheel" lyrics
Slim Thug & Lil' Keke Lyrics
Let's ride
You can catch me ridin' with the top down, just grippin' my wheel (My wheel)
Sittin' fly than a bitch with a bad bitch, homie, you don't know how this feel (This feel, I'm fly)
We 'bout to slide to the club, we can cut a rug, chiefin' blow or drink or just chill (Just chill)
But, man, you know ain't no better feeling than grippin' my wheel (Let me talk to 'em)
You know I exit like an expert, Louis V sweatshirt
Showin' off my neck work, glass house, cut skirt
Top down, bad bitch, better than my last bitch
Drop it on the last wish 'cause I ain't never had shit
I'm chillin' (Chillin')
Holdin' on the wood and I'm killin', what a feelin' (Killin')
Slidin' to the club no ceiling, I'm a villain
White Dawn, chrome spokes peelin'
With a real bad broad, I'm dealin'
Homie, I'm fly (I'm fly)
Steady blowin' kush in the sky
If they say he ain't the king, they a motherfuckin' lie
When I'm holdin' on the wood, I'm grippin' (Grippin')
Ridin' to the club with my heater, no slippin', nigga
You can catch me ridin' with the top down, just grippin' my wheel (My wheel)
Sittin' fly than a bitch with a bad bitch, homie, you don't know how this feel (This feel)
We 'bout to slide to the club, we can cut a rug, chiefin' blow or drink or just chill (Just chill)
But, man, you know ain't no better feeling than grippin' my wheel (My wheel)
Ayy, ayy, it's an incredible feeling
When the money to the ceiling, I can finally start chillin'
Enjoy the fruits of the labor (Labor), thanks to the savior (Savior)
I spent my whole early life chasin' that paper
Now I'm kicked back, relaxed in a drop (Drop)
Waitin' on another at the shop, man, this shit don't stop (Stop)
Stayin' out them haters' way, tryna have a good day (Day)
I'm on peace-of-mind time, I ain't got time to play (Play)
Keep a baddie by my side when I roll (Roll)
Hit a few blocks and get some top is the goal (Goal)
Or feed a player soul when the Caddy on hold (Hold)
Rollin' so slow, beatin' the block on fours (Fours), huh
You can catch me ridin' with the top down, just grippin' my wheel (My wheel)
Sittin' fly than a bitch with a bad bitch, homie, you don't know how this feel (This feel)
We 'bout to slide to the club, we can cut a rug, chiefin' blow or drink or just chill (Just chill)
But, man, you know ain't no better feeling than grippin' my wheel (My wheel)
You can catch me ridin' with the top down, just grippin' my wheel (My wheel)
Sittin' fly than a bitch with a bad bitch, homie, you don't know how this feel (This feel, I'm fly)
We 'bout to slide to the club, we can cut a rug, chiefin' blow or drink or just chill (Just chill)
But, man, you know ain't no better feeling than grippin' my wheel (Let me talk to 'em)
You know I exit like an expert, Louis V sweatshirt
Showin' off my neck work, glass house, cut skirt
Top down, bad bitch, better than my last bitch
Drop it on the last wish 'cause I ain't never had shit
I'm chillin' (Chillin')
Holdin' on the wood and I'm killin', what a feelin' (Killin')
Slidin' to the club no ceiling, I'm a villain
White Dawn, chrome spokes peelin'
With a real bad broad, I'm dealin'
Homie, I'm fly (I'm fly)
Steady blowin' kush in the sky
If they say he ain't the king, they a motherfuckin' lie
When I'm holdin' on the wood, I'm grippin' (Grippin')
Ridin' to the club with my heater, no slippin', nigga
You can catch me ridin' with the top down, just grippin' my wheel (My wheel)
Sittin' fly than a bitch with a bad bitch, homie, you don't know how this feel (This feel)
We 'bout to slide to the club, we can cut a rug, chiefin' blow or drink or just chill (Just chill)
But, man, you know ain't no better feeling than grippin' my wheel (My wheel)
Ayy, ayy, it's an incredible feeling
When the money to the ceiling, I can finally start chillin'
Enjoy the fruits of the labor (Labor), thanks to the savior (Savior)
I spent my whole early life chasin' that paper
Now I'm kicked back, relaxed in a drop (Drop)
Waitin' on another at the shop, man, this shit don't stop (Stop)
Stayin' out them haters' way, tryna have a good day (Day)
I'm on peace-of-mind time, I ain't got time to play (Play)
Keep a baddie by my side when I roll (Roll)
Hit a few blocks and get some top is the goal (Goal)
Or feed a player soul when the Caddy on hold (Hold)
Rollin' so slow, beatin' the block on fours (Fours), huh
You can catch me ridin' with the top down, just grippin' my wheel (My wheel)
Sittin' fly than a bitch with a bad bitch, homie, you don't know how this feel (This feel)
We 'bout to slide to the club, we can cut a rug, chiefin' blow or drink or just chill (Just chill)
But, man, you know ain't no better feeling than grippin' my wheel (My wheel)
