(Haunt-O-Holixxx)

Gettin' top in that droptop with the top off

Fuck a cop, make my sawed-off blow his head off (doo-doo-doo)

Fuck a opp, in that droptop with the top off

Fuck a cop, make my sawed-off blow his head off

Gettin' top in that droptop with the top off

Fuck a cop, make my sawed-off blow his head off (doo-doo-doo)

Hauntaholics, you bastards

What up, Anvil? (MoundRich season, ho)

Grave Man on the beat, make it go insane

Grave Man (whoo, whoo)

Haunt-O-Holixxx the Mixtape, bitch

Pour a four in a Faygo (Grave Man, Grave Man)

Yeah, go (3AM Gang)

MoundRich, bitch

Pour a four in a Faygo 'til my mind slow

Pop three, bitch, I pop four, oxycodone

Ride slow with my scarecrows, and they all go

Psycho, we some psychos, better off alone

Rust Cohle, feel like Rust Cohle, I see real ghosts

Stay true, gotta stay true, got a filthy soul

Fly though, I stay fly though, my Haunted Mound polo

All alone at the party, better off alone

Gettin' top in that droptop with the top off

Fuck a cop, make my sawed-off blow his head off (doo-doo-doo)

Fuck a opp, bitch, hell nah, he get curb stomped

Mound boss with my bands up, laughing at y'all

Shawty, looking hot as fuck, dance to this old song

Party, that boy talk tough 'til he see my gun

Smoking and we rolling, back of the hearse truck

Going dumb, yeah, our brains gone, we don't give a fuck

We don't give a fuck, we don't give a fuck

Yeah, yeah

Haunt-Haunt-Hauntaholics

Pour a four in a Faygo 'til my mind slow

Pop three, bitch, I pop four, oxycodone

Ride slow with my scarecrows, and they all go

Psycho, we some psychos, better off alone

Rust Cohle, feel like Rust Cohle, I see real ghosts

Stay true, gotta stay true, got a filthy soul

Fly though, I stay fly though, my Haunted Mound polo

All alone at the party, better off alone

Gettin' top in that droptop with the top off

Fuck a cop, make my sawed-off blow his head off (doo-doo-doo)

Fuck a opp, bitch, hell nah, he get curb stomped

Mound boss with my bands up, laughing at y'all

Shawty, looking hot as fuck, dance to this old song

Party, that boy talk tough 'til he see my gun

Smoking and we rolling, back of the hearse truck

Going dumb, yeah, our brains gone, we don't give a fuck