No introduction, I'm crashin' the function (ayo)
Punch-drunk on Halloween smashing yo' pumpkins (yeah)
Boolin' with my goblins, smokin' out the cauldron
Higher than the moon on a buzz like Aldrin (yeah)
Three bad witches in the crib, hocus pocus
Double cup, tripled up sipping on potions (yeah)
Girls got me hexed, weed got me floating
H.O.A. calling, who causin' the commotion? (TUNE)
I'm rolling, rolling, rolling like Fred Durst (yeah)
Kicking out a fat verse 'till your head bursts
I ransack words on the track, and that's that
Rap Demolition: raw and real, a class act (yeah)
Black cat strut, got my mind in a rut (uh)
Doin' my thing on a string of bad luck (wassup)
Phat stacks stuffed in my pockets, no bluff
Treat me like a king, when I die like Tut
Panic in the canvas when I vanish like a phantom (ayo)
The tempest got a temper but it tends to be a tantrum (true)
Slam 'em like D.K. barrel through the madness
Petals in my path as I travel with the ashes (yeah)
Cheesing like gouda on my way to the bank
Masked up, Luchador, open up like thanks
Whatcha took me for? I'mma hustle all day
Cash flow, need more (what) cash point blank (aye)
Focused on the talent that is coursing through my veins
Rap game: Leeroy screaming out my name (TUNE)
Stacking up my chips got the odds in my favor
New school mix with that old school flavor (old school)
O-U DOUBLE T A-TUNE
Spell my name in all caps like DOOM
Mark my grave with my nom-de-plume
O-U DOUBLE T A-TUNE
Won't be long until I fall, I got a bottle of Ciroc
See the demons in the crawlspace crawling through the fog
Two weed bags on my shoulders like bazookas
I been in trenches riding round with the f*cking tooka
I don't give a f*ck about you I'm like "who ya"
Homies in the rap game spitting like Pouya
Getting all these chips put the bag on froze
F*cking on his bitch while his side hoe stole
I been wondering the same thing mind abode
I been in the shit since my size turned grown
Yeah, I got it started blade swinging through the slaughter
They done turn me to a monster on my back just like an otter
Floating above the water as the weather getting hotter
I don't care about the offer when my family get an Oscar
Win a trophy, trade deposit, run around with limping pockets
It was closed so I unlocked it, racket clanking in her socket
What the f*ck am I on?
OUTTATUNE - HEXED (feat. Trxnto) Lyrics
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No introduction, I'm crashin' the function (ayo)
Punch-drunk on Halloween smashing yo' pumpkins (yeah)
Boolin' with my goblins, smokin' out the cauldron
Higher than the moon on a buzz like Aldrin (yeah)
Three bad witches in the crib, hocus pocus
Double cup, tripled up sipping on potions (yeah)
Girls got me hexed, weed got me floating
H.O.A. calling, who causin' the commotion? (TUNE)
I'm rolling, rolling, rolling like Fred Durst (yeah)
Kicking out a fat verse 'till your head bursts
I ransack words on the track, and that's that
Rap Demolition: raw and real, a class act (yeah)
Black cat strut, got my mind in a rut (uh)
Doin' my thing on a string of bad luck (wassup)
Phat stacks stuffed in my pockets, no bluff
Treat me like a king, when I die like Tut
Panic in the canvas when I vanish like a phantom (ayo)
The tempest got a temper but it tends to be a tantrum (true)
Slam 'em like D.K. barrel through the madness
Petals in my path as I travel with the ashes (yeah)
Cheesing like gouda on my way to the bank
Masked up, Luchador, open up like thanks
Whatcha took me for? I'mma hustle all day
Cash flow, need more (what) cash point blank (aye)
Focused on the talent that is coursing through my veins
Rap game: Leeroy screaming out my name (TUNE)
Stacking up my chips got the odds in my favor
New school mix with that old school flavor (old school)
O-U DOUBLE T A-TUNE
Spell my name in all caps like DOOM
Mark my grave with my nom-de-plume
O-U DOUBLE T A-TUNE
Won't be long until I fall, I got a bottle of Ciroc
See the demons in the crawlspace crawling through the fog
Two weed bags on my shoulders like bazookas
I been in trenches riding round with the f*cking tooka
I don't give a f*ck about you I'm like "who ya"
Homies in the rap game spitting like Pouya
Getting all these chips put the bag on froze
F*cking on his bitch while his side hoe stole
I been wondering the same thing mind abode
I been in the shit since my size turned grown
Yeah, I got it started blade swinging through the slaughter
They done turn me to a monster on my back just like an otter
Floating above the water as the weather getting hotter
I don't care about the offer when my family get an Oscar
Win a trophy, trade deposit, run around with limping pockets
It was closed so I unlocked it, racket clanking in her socket
What the f*ck am I on?
Punch-drunk on Halloween smashing yo' pumpkins (yeah)
Boolin' with my goblins, smokin' out the cauldron
Higher than the moon on a buzz like Aldrin (yeah)
Three bad witches in the crib, hocus pocus
Double cup, tripled up sipping on potions (yeah)
Girls got me hexed, weed got me floating
H.O.A. calling, who causin' the commotion? (TUNE)
I'm rolling, rolling, rolling like Fred Durst (yeah)
Kicking out a fat verse 'till your head bursts
I ransack words on the track, and that's that
Rap Demolition: raw and real, a class act (yeah)
Black cat strut, got my mind in a rut (uh)
Doin' my thing on a string of bad luck (wassup)
Phat stacks stuffed in my pockets, no bluff
Treat me like a king, when I die like Tut
Panic in the canvas when I vanish like a phantom (ayo)
The tempest got a temper but it tends to be a tantrum (true)
Slam 'em like D.K. barrel through the madness
Petals in my path as I travel with the ashes (yeah)
Cheesing like gouda on my way to the bank
Masked up, Luchador, open up like thanks
Whatcha took me for? I'mma hustle all day
Cash flow, need more (what) cash point blank (aye)
Focused on the talent that is coursing through my veins
Rap game: Leeroy screaming out my name (TUNE)
Stacking up my chips got the odds in my favor
New school mix with that old school flavor (old school)
O-U DOUBLE T A-TUNE
Spell my name in all caps like DOOM
Mark my grave with my nom-de-plume
O-U DOUBLE T A-TUNE
Won't be long until I fall, I got a bottle of Ciroc
See the demons in the crawlspace crawling through the fog
Two weed bags on my shoulders like bazookas
I been in trenches riding round with the f*cking tooka
I don't give a f*ck about you I'm like "who ya"
Homies in the rap game spitting like Pouya
Getting all these chips put the bag on froze
F*cking on his bitch while his side hoe stole
I been wondering the same thing mind abode
I been in the shit since my size turned grown
Yeah, I got it started blade swinging through the slaughter
They done turn me to a monster on my back just like an otter
Floating above the water as the weather getting hotter
I don't care about the offer when my family get an Oscar
Win a trophy, trade deposit, run around with limping pockets
It was closed so I unlocked it, racket clanking in her socket
What the f*ck am I on?
Writer: Trent Rottenburger, Matthew Harlovic
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: OUTTATUNE
Language: English
Length: 2:56
Written by: Trent Rottenburger, Matthew Harlovic