HorraWeen Lyrics

You should be dressed up for this horraween

Bloodbath, red rum, keep the carpet clean Machete, samurai sword, fuck you bring

Bitch, third finger, now fucking scream You should be dressed up for this horraween

Bloodbath, red rum, keep the carpet clean Machete, samurai sword, fuck you bring

Bitch, third finger, now fucking scream What's the number between seven and nine

I'll get you eight quick, nigga, under veteran time

I'm still at the head of my line, I bet on my nines

That it'll take the head off your spine

And then relocate and better my high

When the bell rings, it's time to get on my grind

But you clock in, clock out, always be lying

I gotta get more money, there's always a sign

Me and the streets stay together like lemon and lime

Which brings us right back to the seven and nine

Seven niggas get you back, then you be tied

Nine different type of torches, then you be dying

This here goes for anybody driving a dime

Man, it's horraween, disinfectant like pine

Better use horroa when it comes to the grime

I'm doing Jordan numbers, back in his prime

You should be dressed up for this horraween

Bloodbath, red rum, keep the carpet clean

Machete, samurai sword, fuck you bring

Bitch, third finger, now fucking scream

You should be dressed up for this horraween

Bloodbath, red rum, keep the carpet clean

Machete, samurai sword, fuck you bring

Bitch, third finger, now fucking scream

Horra the wolf, told you that I am a crook

Gave you my signature, but I ain't signing the book

Lining them up, mad tension riding them up

You ain't even see the sign to that guy in the truck

She fucking with me, cause I put mine in the gut

Love the kitchen, fiends, they admire the cut

Checking the time, third finger, time to shine

When it comes to beef, nigga, I put mine in brine

No limit, and I ain't talking bout P

Next off kin, works just fine for me

Settle the score, the wars, pay your finders fee

Or get lynched, you can never mind the tree

Chandelier is more my kind of speed

Changing the path, only Benjamins in the stash

Y'all niggas getting jacked up, sent through the glass

My time gon' add up, my pen to the rath

You should be dressed up for this Horraween

Bloodbath, red rum, keep the carpet clean

Machete, samurai sword, fuck you bring

Bitch, third finger, now fucking scream

You should be dressed up for this Horraween

Bloodbath, red rum, keep the carpet clean

Machete, samurai sword, fuck you bring

Bitch, third finger, now fucking scream

You should be dressed up for this Horraween

Bloodbath, red rum, keep the carpet clean

Machete, samurai sword, fuck you bring

Bitch, third finger, now fucking scream

You should be dressed up for this Horraween

Bloodbath, red rum, keep the carpet clean

Machete, samurai sword, fuck you bring

Bitch, third finger, now fucking scream

Now fucking scream