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rio da yung og, rmc mike & grindhard e - heads كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(okay, kmoney)
(good lookin’, kmoney)

[verse 1: rmc mike]
trackhawk’ll ditch a 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 sn_tch his plug

[verse 3: rmc mike]
n_ggas broke, still buyin’ weed at the compassion club
i got an oldhead that’s scorin’ 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 k!ll 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 sn_tch_and_runs
[verse 4: louie ray]
i ain’t goin’ out like that, so i grabbed his guns
f_ck around and got the upper hand, made him drop the drum
he got his draco on his neck, he gon’ 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
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’ cum
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 smell different
[?] just pulled up in a jeep with a h_llcat 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
k!ll 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 sh_lls 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’ p_ssy, 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

[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_k!ll him
heard will left him floatin’, free w_lly
he died with a strap on him, that’s a free semi
in a sixteen_wheeler floatin’ through ypsi
tryna move a key 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

- rio da yung og rmc mike grindhard e

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