[Intro]
(Okay, KMoney)
(Good lookin', KMoney)
[Chorus: GrindHard E & RMC Mike]
Cemetery in my pocket, six different dead n***as
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***a, 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***as 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***a pulled up in the Chally, yeah, the chatty one
Hit this brick so motherfuckin' hard, I can't bag it up
He the only n***a 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
Fuck 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 shit, 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 shit, 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' cum
Balenciaga Runner shoes on, but I'm not gon' run
[Chorus: GrindHard E & RMC Mike]
Cemetery in my pocket, six different dead n***as
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***as
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 fuckin' Trackhawk 'cause the taillights different
Oh, this a 2016, I see the headlights blinkin'
[Verse 7: RMC Mike]
Fuck 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***a 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 fuckin' 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***as
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 bitches
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 bitch had twelve in it
I call that bitch my lethal weapon, n***a, Mel Gibson
I got two redbones, but they sell different
One of 'em sellin' pussy, one sell inches
I got a roll in my pocket, all dead n***as
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***as
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***as
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 fucked my head up when he resealed it
I ain't fuck 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 fuck 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***as blow through it
Behind tint ain't good enough when n***as blow through it
Behind tint ain't good enough when n***as blow through it
