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