Grave Man, skrrt, skrrt
I'm just tryna get a mothaf*ckin' hearse truck, yeah
Skrrt, skrrt
Bitch, I pull up ridin' in a hearse truck (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Ridin' in a mothaf*ckin'- Huh
H-H-H-Hauntaholics
Skrrt
Bitch, I pull up ridin' in a hearse truck
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Bitch, I'm ridin' in a mothaf*ckin' hearse truck
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
All black tints, I don't wanna see anyone
All black like my boots and my smoker lungs
All black truck, skrrt with my Nazgûls
I won't stop for anyone, I don't give a f*ck
F*ck (H-H-H-Hauntaholics)
Let me go in though, bruh
F*ck dementors, bitch, I'm the Witch King
Got a lot of dirty drugs up in my jeans
In the dead city, smoking on my enemies
Bitch, it's Grave Man, it's still f*ck the industry
Grave where you'll be, if you wanna try me
Run you over and bust your head on the street
And then we'll skrrt off bumpin' that old Gucci
I ride hearsеs, no, I don't ride Beamers
I totе cutters, no, I don't need heaters
I don't go to sleep, no, no, never
Tryna be better but I'm a Oxy pill needer
I'm off lean and pills, listening to Darkthrone
F*ck Jason, bitch, my hockey mask Harold
And I only trust the nine, like I'm from Mordor
And we only whip them hearses, we slide on ya, boy
Grave Man
Bitch, I pull up ridin' in a hearse truck
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Bitch, I'm ridin' in a mothaf*ckin' hearse truck
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
All black tints, I don't see anyone
All black like my boots and my smoker lungs
All black truck, skrrt with my Nazgûls
I won't stop for anyone, I don't give a f*ck
Bitch, I pull up ridin' in a hearse truck
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Bitch, I'm ridin' in a mothaf*ckin' hearse truck
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Hauntaholics, Real Haunted Mound
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