ROBIN JEANS

Haunt-O-Holixxx
DJ Anvil
Swaggin' in my Robin Jeans
Sematary Grave Man, the motherfucking truth
Go, go
The chainsaw swinger, the blue pill gangster
Haunt-O-Holixxx
Grave Man, Grave Man, Grave Man (go)

Used to be True Religion, now it's Robin Jeans (Moundrich, bitch)
You can catch me mobbin' in my Robin Jeans
Rhinestone bloody wings all up on me
And boy, I'll give you bloody wings tryna rob me (Haunt-O-Holixx The Mixtape)
I bling, blang, blow in my Robin Jeans
I jack, bop, flex in my Robin Jeans
Ain't none of y'all fresh as Grave Man be (woo, woo, woo)
Grave Man, Hauntaholics, legendary (haunt-O-Holixxx)

I fly, I die in my Robin Jeans (die)
I flex, I finesse in my Robin Jeans (fly)
I fly, I die in my Robin Jeans (die)
I flex, I finesse in my Robin Jeans (fly)
In my Robin Jeans, in my Robin Jeans (blang)
In my Robin Jeans, in my Robin Jeans (fly, die)
In my Robin Jeans, in my Robin Jeans (fly, fly, fly, flex, flex, flex)
In my Robin Jeans, in my Robin Jeans (blang, blang, blang, die, die, die)

Haunt-O-Holixxx
Haunted Mound soldiers just like the navy (grrah, grrah)
Pull up, dirty pills and sticks, but we so clean (bling, bling)
We be geekin', don't like no damn rosé (hell nah)
If you rocking Robin Jeans, probably 'cause of me (grave Man)
Rock Affliction, mix it with some Robin Jeans (robin Jeans)
Man, even my opps tryna dress like me (what the fuck?)
They, like: Grave Man, why you so damn icy? (Icy)
'Cause when I met Robin, he told me Keep on shinin' (shinin')

I jack, bop, flex in my Robin Jeans
I jack, bop, flex in my Robin Jeans
I cry, I die in my Robin Jeans
Grave Man, I'll die in my Robin Jeans (moundrich, bitch)

I fly, I die in my Robin Jeans (die)
I flex, I finesse in my Robin Jeans (fly)
I fly, I die in my Robin Jeans (die)
I flex, I finesse in my Robin Jeans (fly)
In my Robin Jeans, in my Robin Jeans (blang)
In my Robin Jeans, in my Robin Jeans (fly, die)
In my Robin Jeans, in my Robin Jeans (fly, fly, fly, flex, flex, flex)
In my Robin Jeans, in my Robin Jeans (blang, blang, blang, die, die, die)

If you don't fuck with the Haunted Mound, well then, you're just a bitch-ass buster!
If you grind how I grind, you'd ball like me
Haunt-O-Holixxx, Real Mound Shit
Real Haunted Mound shit, let's go, let's get it
You know how the fuck we rockin', man
We got Robin Jeans, all fly through the night
No one can do it like us
Sematary Grave Man, let these motherfuckers know what's crackin', what's up?

Gang, gang, gang, gang (Haunt-O-Holixxx The Mixtape)
Gang, gang, gang, gang (Moundrich season, ho)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, gang, yeah (DIY till we die, you know how the fuck we rockin', man)
Yuh, yeah (talk your shit)
I guess I'll try today
Mask up on my face
I be hitting stains
I wanna fly away
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, yeah, gang
Yuh, yuh, go, go, gang, gang
Yuh
I guess I'll try today
Mask up on my face
I be hitting stains
I wanna fly away

M-M-M-MoundRich