"3AM GANG" lyrics

[Sematary:]
Haunted Mound
MoundRich, bitch
Yeah, yeah
Hauntaholics, you bastards
Grave Man, Haunted Mound

S-S-Sematary Grave Man, I creep with a knife
HDOE got the nine, and Ghost grab the knife
Sematary Grave Man, I creep with a knife
I got guns, I got knives, I got scythes, I got iron
3 AM Gang, we ride in the night
I've been makin' bangers like every fuckin' night
Bitch, I'm on the creep, in the place beyond the pines
I don't like life so you know I stay high, bitch

[Ghost Mountain:]
I stay high, waste time on the powerline
Not a runaway, ran from the semi
Then I keep it low gear on my decline
Just to find my way back to the white line
No more caution, I'mma sell all the drugs now
'Cause in the clearing, I'm safe from the fire
I'm in my cabin to roll in the sesh house
That's when I'm feelin' outfaced, but I'll decide
Back to the cold air, re-rest your bones
Trapped in Soul Sand, coffin in a hole
Laid-laid-laid out to die, I'mma start my road
And you'll lose it all again just to know what I know, yeah

[Sematary:]
3 AM Gang, 3 AM Gang
3 AM Gang, 3 AM Gang
Holdin' up threes, bitch, it's 3 AM Gang
3 AM when we ride, bitch, stay out my way (Skrrt)
3 AM Gang, 3 AM Gang
3 AM Gang, 3 AM Gang
Haunted Mound boys throwin' 3 AM Gang
Haunted Mound girls screamin' 3 AM Gang (HDOE, HDOE, Hackle Down On 'Em)

[Hackle:]
In the middle of the night, my team, we 3 AM
I ain't never solo, it's always me and them
I ain't got no dopamine, I'm never feelin' it
It's a dark ass night, no way we seein', man
Cover your eyes, can't see now, still can't see no way out
You can come over and find out, 3 AM gang, it's that Haunted Mound
Mound-MoundRich money, large amounts
I been 'sleep in that white shroud
See me on stage in your city, screamin' "HDOE!"
We turn up way too damn much
Breakin' all the damn lights
It's 3 AM, it's 3 AM, slow down, please don't come back up
3 AM, my fuckin' gang, fuck it, I got that bitch brain
You know I love my dirty sprite, thirty round makin' my oppers sing

[Sematary:]
Shawty, you can call me a blood moon rider (Skrrt!)
Blangy belt rocker, Haunted Mound reaper
We all pop dope, but my dope pop better
Fine ass shawty, suck my motherfuckin' schlanger
Pills on my chicken, I'm just tryna get higher
I'm sorry, man, I'm sorry, I am never sober
I'm never friendly, goin' ghost like Casper
I got Babadook hands like Freddy Krueger
Do ya' hear the bells? It's the witching hour
Ride through the night, we some Haunted Mound losers

3 AM Gang, 3 AM Gang
3 AM Gang, 3 AM Gang
Holdin' up threes, bitch, it's 3 AM Gang
3 AM when we ride, bitch, stay out my way
3 AM Gang, 3 AM Gang
3 AM Gang, 3 AM Gang
Haunted Mound boys throwin' 3 AM Gang
H-H-Haunted Mound girls screamin' 3 AM Gang