3AM GANG (HAUNT-O-HOLIXXX)* lyrics

[Intro: Sematary]
3 AM Gang
Yeah, turn up
Yeah, Grave Man
Haunted Mound

[Verse 1: Sematary]
Sematary Grave Man, I creep with a knife
HDOE got the nine, and Ghost grab the knife
Sematary Grave Man, I creep with a knife
I got guns, I got knives, I got scythes, I got iron
Never lookin' back, 3 AM, I'mma ride
I've been makin' bangers like every f*ckin' night
b*tch, I'm on the creep, in the place beyond the pines
I don't like life so you know I stay high, b*tch

[Verse 2: Ghost Mountain]
I stay high, waste time on the powerline
Not a runaway, ran from the semi
Then I keep it low gear on my decline
Just to find my way back to the white line
No more caution, I'mma sell all the drugs now
'Cause in the clearing, I'm safe from the fire
I'm in my cabin to roll in the trash now
That's when I'm feelin' outfaced, but I'll decide
Back to the cold air, rest your bones
Trapped in soulsand, coffin in a hole
When I'm laid out to die, I'mma start my road
And you'll lose it all again just to know I'm known, yeah
[Chorus: Sematary]
3 AM Gang, 3 AM Gang
3 AM Gang, 3 AM Gang
Holdin' up threes, b*tch, it's 3 AM Gang
Skrrt off when we ride, b*tch, stay out my way
3 AM Gang, 3 AM Gang
3 AM Gang, 3 AM Gang
Haunted Mound Boys throwin' 3 AM Gang
Haunted Mound Girls screamin' 3 AM Gang

[Verse 3: Hackle]
In the middle of the night, my team, we 3 AM
I ain't never solo, it's always me and them
I ain't got no dopamine, I'm never feelin' it
It's a dark ass night, no way we seein', man
Cover your eyes, can't see now, still can't see no way out
Come over and find out, 3 AM gang, it's that Haunted Mound
MoundRich money, large amounts
Often sleep in that white shroud
See me on stage in your city, screamin' "HDOE!"
We turn up way too damn much
Breakin' all the damn lights
It's 3 AM, it's 3 AM, slow down, please don't come back up
3 AM, my f*ckin' gang, f*ck it, I got that b*tch brain
(?), my diamond chain
[Verse 4: Sematary]
Shawty, you can call me a blood moon rider
Blangy belt rocker, Haunted Mound reaper
We all pop dope, but my dope pop better
Fine ass shawty, suck my motherf*ckin' schlanger
Pills on my chicken, I'm just tryna get higher
I'm sorry, mom, I'm sorry, I am never sober
I'm never friendly, goin' ghost like Casper
I got Babadook hands like Freddy Krueger
Do ya' hear the bells? It's the witching hour
Ride through the night, we some Haunted Mound losers

[Chorus: Sematary]
3 AM Gang, 3 AM Gang
3 AM Gang, 3 AM Gang
Holdin' up threes, b*tch, it's 3 AM Gang
Skrrt off when we ride, b*tch, stay out my way
3 AM Gang, 3 AM Gang
3 AM Gang, 3 AM Gang
Haunted Mound Boys throwin' 3 AM Gang
Haunted Mound Girls screamin' 3 AM Gang