"Still Da Same" lyrics
Sematary & xaviersobased Lyrics
This is a 4 a.m. ridin' through the black night Haunted Mound exclusive
(Catch me on the block, boolin' in the field)
Hauntaholics, you bastards
Yo, if you don't fuck with the Haunted Mound, well then, you're just a bitch-ass buster
Yeah, yeah, yeah (MoundRich season, ho)
Catch me on the block, boolin' in the field
Niggas, they for fake, I do this shit for real
Goin' state to state, nigga, what's the deal?
Quit looking at my plate, I'll eat the whole meal
And my bro won't get the pint if it ain't sealed
Shawty, get away from me, no, I don't do pills
If my brother hit that jam, then he won't squeal
Going hard in the paint like I'm Shaquille O'Neal (Yeah, yeah)
Gang spend his whole check tryna look like me
You bitches do this for fake, this is the real me
Mask on like Lifelover, never know me
I'ma catch yo ass lacking, put you on LiveLeak
Baby, I'm a Grim Reaper wearing Realtree
Tote a sniper rifle, MAC-10, M16
Goofy probably tryna record me if he see me
That's some found footage, last thing he ever see
Yeah, she start recording me, I told the bitch to stop
Kept recording me, I told the bitch she wock'
Then this bitch asked for some blow, yeah, she lost her top
Do I look like I do blow? Go and kick rocks (MoundRich)
Shorty, kick rocks
Keep the .40 popper, I don't kick-box
God told me in my dream I had to get guap
I don't believe in God, I think that shit wock'
See, I don't fuck with God, he's my fucking opp
If you don't believe in me, homie, you a opp
Bitch, I walk behind the stalks, totin' on the yopp'
The yopp' go "Grrah-grrah," blow it at your top
I got the same phone number, still off them yoppers
Geekin' off them yoppers
I'm a Grim Reaper, totin' on a yoppa
Make it go "Grrah-grrah-grrah"
You know how we rockin'
Got cut-off stockings, yoppers in my pockets
My boots are Rock and my jeans are Robins
I got a Breitling for the timer (Grave Man)
Catch me on the block, boolin' in the field
Niggas, they for fake, I do this shit for real
Goin' to state to state, nigga, what's the deal?
Quit looking at my plate, I'll eat the whole meal
And my bro won't get the pint if it ain't sealed
Shawty, get away from me, no, I don't do pills
If my brother hit that jam, then he won't squeal
Goin' hard in the paint like I'm Shaquille O'Neal
Yeah (MoundRich season, ho), yeah, yeah
(H-H-H-Hauntaholics)
(Catch me on the block, boolin' in the field)
Hauntaholics, you bastards
Yo, if you don't fuck with the Haunted Mound, well then, you're just a bitch-ass buster
Yeah, yeah, yeah (MoundRich season, ho)
Catch me on the block, boolin' in the field
Niggas, they for fake, I do this shit for real
Goin' state to state, nigga, what's the deal?
Quit looking at my plate, I'll eat the whole meal
And my bro won't get the pint if it ain't sealed
Shawty, get away from me, no, I don't do pills
If my brother hit that jam, then he won't squeal
Going hard in the paint like I'm Shaquille O'Neal (Yeah, yeah)
Gang spend his whole check tryna look like me
You bitches do this for fake, this is the real me
Mask on like Lifelover, never know me
I'ma catch yo ass lacking, put you on LiveLeak
Baby, I'm a Grim Reaper wearing Realtree
Tote a sniper rifle, MAC-10, M16
Goofy probably tryna record me if he see me
That's some found footage, last thing he ever see
Yeah, she start recording me, I told the bitch to stop
Kept recording me, I told the bitch she wock'
Then this bitch asked for some blow, yeah, she lost her top
Do I look like I do blow? Go and kick rocks (MoundRich)
Shorty, kick rocks
Keep the .40 popper, I don't kick-box
God told me in my dream I had to get guap
I don't believe in God, I think that shit wock'
See, I don't fuck with God, he's my fucking opp
If you don't believe in me, homie, you a opp
Bitch, I walk behind the stalks, totin' on the yopp'
The yopp' go "Grrah-grrah," blow it at your top
I got the same phone number, still off them yoppers
Geekin' off them yoppers
I'm a Grim Reaper, totin' on a yoppa
Make it go "Grrah-grrah-grrah"
You know how we rockin'
Got cut-off stockings, yoppers in my pockets
My boots are Rock and my jeans are Robins
I got a Breitling for the timer (Grave Man)
Catch me on the block, boolin' in the field
Niggas, they for fake, I do this shit for real
Goin' to state to state, nigga, what's the deal?
Quit looking at my plate, I'll eat the whole meal
And my bro won't get the pint if it ain't sealed
Shawty, get away from me, no, I don't do pills
If my brother hit that jam, then he won't squeal
Goin' hard in the paint like I'm Shaquille O'Neal
Yeah (MoundRich season, ho), yeah, yeah
(H-H-H-Hauntaholics)
