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Witchouse 40k - HOLLOWBONES (prod. Mada Mazza x ³³marrow) Shot and dir. by Cyberdrip$ & Witchouse 40k Co-directed and edited by Witchouse 40k HAUNTED HOUSE 747 T R A S H Witchy: Spotify and Apple Music - Witchouse 40k Instagram and Twitter - @witchouse40k Youtube - @witchouse40k Mazza: Youtube - @madamazza2479 Instagram - @mada_mazza ³³marrow: Instagram - @33marrow CYBERDRIP$: Instagram - @cyberdrips Youtube - @CYBERDRIPS Spotify - Cyberdrip$ Lyrics: (Blank smile, fangs up, bitch you know the way it go) Blank smile, fangs up, bitch you know the way it go (Blank smile, fangs up, bitch you know the way it go) Blank smile, fangs up, bitch you know the way it go (Hook) Trauma from the past, snorting problems, I been on my own Tryna fight the habit, I’m an addict, till I overdosed Needle for the traction, feel my body floating Yeah, I’m a hopeless motherfucka, leave me broken like your bodies bones Skully fulla pain, take my soul back Hoppin out the mothafuckin grave, where the smoke at? Walking out the rain with it, Grey the fuckin color of my fate, I got bullets in my coffin make yo skull crack Trauma from the past, snorting problems, I been on my own Tryna fight the habit, I’m an addict, till I overdosed Needle for the traction, feel my body floating Yeah, I’m a hopeless motherfucka, leave me broken like your bodies bones Skully fulla pain, take my soul back Hoppin out the mothafuckin grave, where the smoke at? Walking out the rain with it, Grey the fuckin color of my fate, I got bullets in my coffin make yo skull crack (Verse 1) I keep my fangs tucked, pussy, i ain’t talking a lot Never changing up, visions of the grave ‘till I rot We keep our chains close, I ain’t never trust these motherfuckas Only brothers in my circle hittin licks until the gang pops Your gangs chalked, stay soft, I let my blade drop Veins chopped, suicidal thoughts to fuel the faceoffs Demon Slayer, way I booked a couple fake opps Came from straight cots, mask on, until I take off And on my momma, imma dog up in this bitch Barking loud up in the coffin , 40 run up and he split Keep my collar on Affliction, take his body out the mix I keep that blick with me Pullup forty deep up in the crypts Yeah 40 flip the pilot, hit the stove, I mix it twice Blend my vices with the dope, we out the gutter with the mice I had rodents on my body, now Im finna up the price tags Swipe cash, talking with my chest, you know I bite back Competition talking, wipe they face off da block I been ghosting motherfuckas, ducking snakes when I walk Feel the rain on my face, and my dirty veins seen ‘em rot And I keep a bodybag with me, drop my fangs when I talk Yeah And I ain’t feeling like running, so wheres the ruckus at? From the dungeon hungry I’m feenin, don’t need my budget back And all my moneys bloody, I bleed em and knock his skully Loaded guns up on my tummy, I pull up and knock his stomach back (Hook) Trauma from the past, snorting problems, I been on my own Tryna fight the habit, I’m an addict, till I overdosed Needle for the traction, feel my body floating Yeah, I’m a hopeless motherfucka, leave me broken like your bodies bones Skully fulla pain, take my soul back Hoppin out the mothafuckin grave, where the smoke at? Walking out the rain with it, Grey the fuckin color of my fate, I got bullets in my coffin make yo skull crack (Verse 2) Met my favorite rapper and I’m better than.. (Bitch you know I’m better than…) 40 with the static, bitch I got a lot of vetements OG in the scene, but that don’t mean that he a better man The trust between us broken, all these rappers lose they heads again He said that he my brother till he snake me for a bitch 28 up on the papers, pussy chasing like a jit I been chasing all this paper, I ain’t never gon miss Forty deep up on the block you know my money out the crypts, bitch He ain’t with it, seen his numbers in the sediment I’m heaven sent, I cut off all these pussies, here’s the evidence I’m better on my own up in this bitch like I’m the Revenant Dollo with the glock up in my hand, gon leave the remnants Don’t need to reminiscence, the hell with it, I’m losing hope Glock up to my head, I’m casting spells that let the bullets go Targets on myself since I was old enough to miss ‘em I could break away, hate my mental status but I learned to cope (Hook) Trauma from the past, snorting problems, I been on my own Tryna fight the habit, I’m an addict, till I overdosed Needle for the traction, feel my body floating Yeah, I’m a hopeless motherfucka, leave me broken like your bodies bones Skully fulla pain, take my soul back Hoppin out the mothafuckin grave, where the smoke at? Walking out the rain with it, Grey the fuckin color of my fate, I got bullets in my coffin make yo skull crack (Blank smile, fangs up, bitch you know the way it go) Blank smile, fangs up, bitch you know the way it go (Blank smile, fangs up, bitch you know the way it go) Blank smile, fangs up, bitch you know the way it go
