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ICED OUT BLACK OPS FT. HACKLE PROD. SEMATARY
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3AM Gang
Ay, ay, your bitch?
She said "Play that Haunted Mound!"
MoundRich, bitch! (Grave Man)
Boy, we some iced out black ops, laying low like some blacked out night crows
Wearing all black like a Nazgûl, but we some iced out Haunted Mound soldiers
This a Haunted Mound sigil, I'm so high, my pupils John Doe
We some menaces when we get our hands on the oxycodone
A-ay, your whip is so slow, I skrrt off, this ain't a rental (skrrt)
Throw my life away, this shit don't mean nothing no more
Got me moving slow-mo, iced out from my head to my toe
My neck is so glow, glow, looking like a black ops camo (MoundRich, bitch)
Grave Man, Grave Man, Grave Man
HAUNT-O-HOLIXXX THE MIXTAPE, bitch, let me go in though
Shawty, I'm just tryna lay low, posted up, lay low in black ops camo
Halloween mask and a Draco, put your rent dough up my damn nose (up my damn nose)
Boy, look at my loadout, two cutters and a Desert Eagle
New Rock stompers stomp ya, they the same color as some yayo
Ridin' 'round in a murdered out, ridin' 'round town with my bro HDOE (skrrt)
Noddin' off like Eeyore, geeked up like Gucci Mane in '04 (geeked up)
I be peepin' shit though, shawty, I know what you did last summer
Bitch, I'm a drugstore cowboy, black ops motherfucking robber (motherfucking robber)
It's another night I don't hide, but you know I lay low
And when I'm in my car, my C7, it sit low
You won't see me behind all my blacked out, tinted windows
Your bitch know my name, she love to call me "Daddy HDOE"
Me and Grave Man, iced out black ops Haunted Mound soldiers
We are not your friend, boy, quit acting like you know us
Sniffing blue and green beans, I got all the colors
And I'm so high, I'm floating like a bird feather
Boy, we some iced out black ops, laying low like some blacked out night crows
Wearing all black like a Nazgûl, but we some iced out Haunted Mound soldiers
This a Haunted Mound sigil, I'm so high, my pupils John Doe
We some menaces when we get our hands on the oxycodone
S-S-S-Sematary Grave Man, 5150, on the beat, bitch
Oh my God, why are you wearing that Scream mask?