"4 IN A FAYGO" lyrics
Haunt-O-Holixxx
Gettin' top in that droptop, with the top off
Fuck a cop, make my sawed off blow his head off (Du-Du-Du-Du-)
Fuck an 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 (Du-Du-Du-Du-)
(Hauntaholics, you bastard!)
What up Anvil?
MoundRich season, ho
Grave Man on the beat make it go insane
Grave Man, woo, woo
HAUNT-O-HOLIXXX THE MIXTAPE, bitch!
Pour a 4 in a Faygo, Grave Man, Grave Man
Yuh, go (3AM GANG)
MoundRich, Bitch
Pour a 4 in a Faygo, till my mind slow
Pop 3, bitch I pop 4, oxycodone
Eyes low, 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 low, 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 (Du-Du-Du-Du-)
Fuck an opp, bitch, hell nah, he get curb stomped
Mound boss with my bands up, laughing at ya
Shawty, looking hot as fuck dancin' on the floor
That boy talk tough till he see my gun
Smoking and we rolling, back of the hearse truck
Going dumb, yeah, brains gone, we don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck, we don't give a fuck
Yuh, yuh
Haunt-Haunt-Hauntaholics
Pour a 4 in a Faygo, till my mind slow
Pop 3, bitch I pop 4, oxycodone
Eyes low, 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 low, 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 (Du-Du-Du-Du-)
Fuck an opp, bitch, hell nah, he get curb stomped
Mound boss with my bands up, laughing at ya
Shawty, looking hot as fuck, dancin' on the floor
That boy talk tough till he see my gun
Smoking and we rolling, back of the hearse truck
Going dumb, yeah, brains gone, we don't give a fuck
Gettin' top in that droptop, with the top off
Fuck a cop, make my sawed off blow his head off (Du-Du-Du-Du-)
Fuck an 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 (Du-Du-Du-Du-)
(Hauntaholics, you bastard!)
What up Anvil?
MoundRich season, ho
Grave Man on the beat make it go insane
Grave Man, woo, woo
HAUNT-O-HOLIXXX THE MIXTAPE, bitch!
Pour a 4 in a Faygo, Grave Man, Grave Man
Yuh, go (3AM GANG)
MoundRich, Bitch
Pour a 4 in a Faygo, till my mind slow
Pop 3, bitch I pop 4, oxycodone
Eyes low, 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 low, 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 (Du-Du-Du-Du-)
Fuck an opp, bitch, hell nah, he get curb stomped
Mound boss with my bands up, laughing at ya
Shawty, looking hot as fuck dancin' on the floor
That boy talk tough till he see my gun
Smoking and we rolling, back of the hearse truck
Going dumb, yeah, brains gone, we don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck, we don't give a fuck
Yuh, yuh
Haunt-Haunt-Hauntaholics
Pour a 4 in a Faygo, till my mind slow
Pop 3, bitch I pop 4, oxycodone
Eyes low, 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 low, 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 (Du-Du-Du-Du-)
Fuck an opp, bitch, hell nah, he get curb stomped
Mound boss with my bands up, laughing at ya
Shawty, looking hot as fuck, dancin' on the floor
That boy talk tough till he see my gun
Smoking and we rolling, back of the hearse truck
Going dumb, yeah, brains gone, we don't give a fuck
Writer(s): Steckler Zane Brian
