Cemetery in my pocket, six different dead niggas 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
Trackhawk´ll ditch a Jeep, nigga, 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
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
Niggas 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 kill you with my daddy gun Nigga pulled up in the Chally, yeah, the chatty one Hit this brick so motherfuckin´ hard I can´t bag it up He the only nigga that I know that´ll tax his blood I remember back in the day we did snatch-and-runs
I ain´t goin´ out like that, so I grabbed his guns
Fuck 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 shit, 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
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
Cemetery in my pocket, six different dead niggas 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 niggas 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
I ain´t buy the drank from him ´cause it smell different ??? 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´
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
Shoot a nigga 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
Made my mama let me use her car to catch sales in it Drove all the way to Ortonville, I don´t sell to niggas 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
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, nigga, 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 niggas Catch an opp at a funeral and leave him dead in it
Cemetery in my pocket, six different dead niggas 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 niggas 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
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 key 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 niggas blow through it Behind tint ain´t good enough when niggas blow through it Behind tint ain´t good enough when niggas blow through it