Lyricist : Sematary Grave Man/Hackle Down On Em/Keith Cozart

Composer : Sematary Grave Man/Hackle Down On Em/Keith Cozart

FTP, FTP, FTP, FTP, **** the whole world and everybody in it (Oscar)

FTP, FTP, FTP, FTP, **** the whole world and everybody in it

You're listening to Haunted Mound for FTP

(**** the population) **** the world, **** the population

Oscar

H-H-H-Hauntaholics, real Haunted Mound

Aaahhh, ayy

**** the world, **** the population

Them Haunted Mound boys pull up, they gon' get ya

I rock True Religion but I don't **** with no god

Look at my wristwatch, I'm pissed off and I'm blinged up

I got big sticks and I'm mounted up and the world's gone so I'm turnin' up

**** it all, I'm turning up, FTP Mound, turning up

Smokin' on this ****in' rot, ride around, still **** the law

I'm the King of the Graveyard, **** The Population

Howdy, partner, keep my name out yo' mouth

'Fore we have them guys run up in ya house (**** thе population)

Shawty say she wanna die up in my whip

I'm with my Mound boys, I'm creepin' out the crypt

If I told you I lovеd you, bitch, I was high as ****

I don't listen to her 'cause that bitch dumb as ****

I brought a motha****in' spiked bat to the club

Motha****a', I'll bust ya head, swing and duck

Ridin' hearse thang with my iced out Breitling, dang

Oxy got me tearin' off my skin, god dang

It's always FTP 'cause I don't care about no thang

Ride off hate and gasoline, what the **** you mean?

**** ya racks, I burn 'em up, **** your life, I'll shoot it up

Cancer smoke, I huff and puff, and light the fuse, it blow ya up

We don't like you mother****ers, you can kick rocks

I thought you knew, it's **** The Population (**** the population)

FTP, FTP, FTP, FTP, **** the whole world and everybody in it

FTP, FTP, FTP, FTP, **** the whole world and everybody in it (HDOE, HDOE, HDOE, HDOE)

FTP, FTP, FTP on me (Oscar)

**** the world and **** the population, bitch, **** everything

I wake up, feel nothing, and that's even if I go to sleep (HDOE)

Take a sip out my cup, hell naw, boy, in yo' ****ing dreams

I be up late, I be seein' things, ghosts and ghouls when I sleep (What)

When I wake up, you don't wanna know what I see

That's my bro ZacFTP, drivin' CTS-V (HDOE)

Bitch, we going Dumbo, sippin' on Spanish Tosey

I hit up my plug in Poland, no, you can't be my friend (No)

I creep up when the pack hits, stab you right where your neck is (HDOE)

You know where I am (HDOE), disappear like backends (HDOE)

Chokin' on blood, don't even know what you said (HDOE)

It's **** The Population, bitch, you know where we stay

We post up at Zac's crib, in a massage chair I'm sleeping (HDOE, HDOE, HDOE)

It's FTP and Haunted Mound, sippin' lean at Zac's house

Eyes closed, bitch, so yo' ass better not wake me up now, HDOE

Lean in my body, my mouth a biscuit (Lean, H-H-H-Hauntaholics)

Hundred-K cash in my britches (Ffff, beep)

Scratched the Forgiatos then I fixed it (Blick)

Yeah, they fours but them hoes look like sixes (Flex)

**** the pigs, **** the birds, **** the fishes (Bitch)

I'll have my bitch do ya like some dishes (Bang, bang, bang)

'Fore we cut ya ears off, nigga, listen (What?)

I got FTP on my fitted, ayy (FTP)

Been to war, been to hell, been to prison

I'm in the spot, leave you right in the kitchen (Bang, bang)

AK left a finger for the fishes

Magic stick, bitch, I'll grant your wishes

**** yo' pipe, **** yo' life, **** yo' clique, bitch (**** 'em)

Lil' bro chop yo' head, that's some sick shit (What?)

Diarrhea left the crib, did some big shit (Huh?)

Nigga upper and a downer, bet I fix it

FTP, FTP, FTP, FTP, **** the whole world and everybody in it

FTP, FTP, FTP, FTP, **** the whole world and everybody in it