20Heads

Gimme 20 heads, and a fuckin’ mic

Twistin’ one up man, we do this every night

Gimme 20 heads, and a fuckin’ mic

Twistin’ one up man, we do this every night

7 dirty dudes in a piece of shit van

Tryna get our filthy hands on anything that we can

So we sip a bit, rip a gig, hit a cig

Shit’s lit, we don’t party with the innocent

100 miles left, put the engine to the test

Soundin’ kinda stressed

But I’m hopin’ for the best

I need another show

Like an addict needs another fix

Anything goes, high or low, when I’m after it

So gimme, so gimme, so gimme 20 fuckin’ heads

Gimme 20 heads, and a fuckin’ mic

Twistin’ one up man, we do this every night

Shows are half packed, rollin’ out the halfstack

Bunch of insomniacs, we livin’ outta backpacks

Gimme 20 heads, and a fuckin’ mic

Twistin’ one up man, we do this every night

Shows are half packed, rollin’ out the halfstack

Bunch of insomniacs

We hit ya with the dope tracks (dope tracks)

(So gimme 20 fuckin’ heads)

On the road, gettin’ lit with the pros

Chucky got like 20 hoes in different area codes

Goin’ broke from every cent that I spent

Send a text to my ex like, “Damn bitch, you know I’m bent!”

(What the fuck)

A Hot rod, a bad broad, a cold thrill (swerve)

On my streets, you’re dead meat like road kill (nyoom)

I could get it up, no I never get enough

I could catch a body

Ain’t nobody gonna give a fuck

(I could catch a body, ain’t nobody gonna give a fuck)

Gimme 20 heads, and a fuckin’ mic

Twistin’ one up man, we do this every night

Shows are half packed, rollin’ out the halfstack

Bunch of insomniacs, we livin’ outta backpacks

Gimme 20 heads, and a fuckin’ mic

Twistin’ one up man, we do this every night

Shows are half packed, rollin’ out the halfstack

Bunch of insomniacs, we hit ya with the dope tracks

Highway to hell, is you feelin’ it

We start the show, but we killin’ it

That belligerent, menacing, militant

Mind on my money

Want my mothafuckin millions

Highway to hell, are you feelin’ it

We start the show, are we killin’ it

That belligerent, menacing, militant

Mind on my money

Want my mothafuckin millions

A new day, a new stage

Another chance to break away

While I’m screamin’ what I gotta say

So listen up, we do not give a fuck

‘Cuz the music’s always been enough

Next city and we do it again

Gettin’ shitty in the back of a van

With a couple new friends

It’s time to drive, look alive

See the signs fly by

Oh what a ride, this is why I’m not afraid to die

Next city and we do it again

Gettin’ shitty in the back of a van

With a couple new friends

It’s time to drive, look alive

See the signs fly by

Oh what a ride, this is why I’m not afraid to die

Gimme 20 heads, and a fuckin’ mic

Twistin’ one up man, we do this every night

Gimme 20 heads, and a fuckin’ mic

Twistin’ one up man, we do this every night