Heads lyrics

[Intro]
(Okay, KMoney)
(Good lookin', KMoney)

[Chorus: GrindHard E & RMC Mike]
Cemetery in my pocket, six different dead n*ggas
This a new Glock, I hit six different heads with it
I got a new spot, I put six different heads in it
This a new pop, I dropped an old six of red in it

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Trackhawk edition Jeep, n*gga, this the faster one
Whipped out a roll three inches thick, told 'em, "Add me up"
Drunk a whole pint of Actavis, it cleared my acne up
And I got a pint of Hi-Tech, it's the plastic one

[Verse 2: GrindHard E]
Mike got a pint of Hi-Tech, I told him, "Match me one"
Z got a set of new heads, I had to tax me one
Plug got the 'bows for twenty-five, I couldn't pass him up
Jaycee tried to tax me on the weed, I had to snatch his plug

[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
n*ggas broke, still buyin' weed at the Compassion Club
I got an oldhead that's growin' real Cali bud
Up a hundred, but act like I'm broke, I'm my daddy's son
We got the same name, so I can kill you with my daddy gun
n*gga pulled up in the Chally, yeah, the chatty one
Hit this brick so motherf*ckin' hard, I can't bag it up
He the only n*gga that I know that'll tax his blood
I remember back in the day we did snatch-and-runs
[Verse 4: Louie Ray]
I ain't goin' out like that, so I grabbed his gun
f*ck around and got the upper hand, made him drop the drum
He got his Draco on his neck, he don't pop the trunk
FN ain't heavy as a shoe, but it stop a truck
I got to sayin' real sh*t, made him drop the blunt
Ayy, sellin' dope ain't hard, but a lot gon' come
Like when the vice crack down, almost stop your run
Catch a case before the summer and stop your fun

[Verse 5: Rio Da Yung OG]
Boy, you ain't gon' shoot sh*t, you just pop your gums
Cuz off cocaine, got his mouth look like he poppin' gum
Baby, I'm off three Percs, so I'm not gon' c*m
Balenciaga Runner shoes on, but I'm not gon' run

[Chorus: GrindHard E & RMC Mike]
Cemetery in my pocket, six different dead n*ggas
This a new Glock, I hit six different heads with it
I got a new spot, I put six different heads in it
This a new pop, I dropped an old six of red in it
Cemetery in my pocket, six different dead n*ggas
This a new Glock, I hit six different heads with it
I got a new spot, I put six different heads in it
This a new pop, I dropped an old six of red in it
[Verse 6: Rio Da Yung OG]
I ain't buy the drank from him 'cause it smelled different
A just pulled up in a Jeep with a Hellcat engine
Boy, this ain't no 392, you can tell the difference
I knew it was a f*ckin' Trackhawk 'cause the taillights different
Oh, this a 2016, I see the headlights blinkin'

[Verse 7: RMC Mike]
f*ck that, this the 2019, it got the Redeye in it
Bro had a Charger on Forgis, it had a red light in it
Kurt doin' two hundred in the 'Vette, he runnin' red lights in it

[Verse 8: Rio Da Yung OG]
Shoot a n*gga granny house up and catch twelve attempteds
Caught a body at my mama house, they thought Trael did it
Kill eight people in the house, they thought 12 did it
.308 got too much f*ckin' power, almost fell with it

[Verse 9: GrindHard E]
Made my mama let me use her car to catch sales in it
Drove all the way to Ortonville, I don't sell to n*ggas
Made my black fiend catch an Uber, all my sales different
Poured a new pop with old red, it got a twelve in it
Rolled a Backwood with seven grams, got a tail in it
Unc' in the kitchen cookin' dope, he left a smell in it
Buy a crib from Land Bank just to catch sales in it
Cuz hit the dog with fentanyl and dropped twelve b*tches
I got Alien and Cherry, can you tell the difference?
I got old and new red, can you smell the difference?
This Qualitest taste like Par, but I can tell it's different
My twin sisters look alike, but I can tell the difference
[Verse 10: RMC Mike]
I got two twin Glocks, but the shells different
Gave one to my nephew, I made him check the mail with it
He brought me back a ten-milli', that b*tch had twelve in it
I call that b*tch my lethal weapon, n*gga, Mel Gibson
I got two redbones, but they sell different
One of 'em sellin' pus*y, one sell inches
I got a roll in my pocket, all dead n*ggas
Catch an opp at a funeral and leave him dead in it

[Chorus: GrindHard E & RMC Mike]
Cemetery in my pocket, six different dead n*ggas
This a new Glock, I hit six different heads with it
I got a new spot, I put six different heads in it
This a new pop, I dropped an old six of red in it
Cemetery in my pocket, six different dead n*ggas
This a new Glock, I hit six different heads with it
I got a new spot, I put six different heads in it
This a new pop, I dropped an old six of red in it

[Verse 11: Louie Ray]
I'm off a seven in this rental, lookin' dead in it
We be out here livin' life on the edge, tilted
Rio f*cked my head up when he resealed it
I ain't f*ck with dog at all, I wanna re-kill him
Heard Will left him floatin', free Willy
He died with a strap on him, that's a free semi
In a sixteen-wheeler floatin' through Ypsi'
Tryna move a ki' of coke off of two Pepsis
Why the f*ck is my sound all in your music?
Get to droppin' engineers, won't be no music
Gucci bag full of money off of show music
Behind tint ain't good enough when n*ggas blow through it
Behind tint ain't good enough when n*ggas blow through it
Behind tint ain't good enough when n*ggas blow through it