STILL DA SAME lyrics

[Intro: xaviersobased]
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 bast*rds
Yo, if you don't f*ck with the Haunted Mound, well then, you're just a b*tch-ass buster
Yeah, yeah, yeah (MoundRich season, ho)

[Chorus: xaviersobased & Sematary]
Catch me on the block, boolin' in the field
n*ggas, they for fake, I do this sh*t for real
Goin' state to state, n*gga, 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 hе won't squeal
Going hard in the paint like I'm Shaquillе O'Neal (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Sematary]
Gang spend his whole check tryna look like me
You b*tches 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
[Verse 2: xaviersobased]
Yeah, she start recording me, I told the b*tch to stop
Kept recording me, I told the b*tch she wock'
Then this b*tch 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 sh*t washed

[Verse 3: Sematary]
See, I don't f*ck with God, he's my f*cking opp
If you don't believe in me, homie, you a opp
b*tch, 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)

[Chorus: xaviersobased]
Catch me on the block, boolin' in the field
n*ggas, they for fake, I do this sh*t for real
Goin' to state to state, n*gga, 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)