Haunted Hills
We applying pressure bro
Saving up these rackables
We applying pressure bro
Stacking up these rackables
She just said she flexible
That can fit my schedule
If they see the carnage they gon be like what happened here
We up over that way yeah we up in the hills
Counting all this guala she want it all for the thrill
I be tryna cram yeah I be tryna drill
She be on some trash make that bitch pop a pill
Im at home counting up thats netflix and chill
I got gold on but I don't rock no grill
Mouth piece on if the bloods gotta spill
Told her I like catching bodies I'm not into catching feels
We applying pressure bro
Saving up these rackables
We applying pressure bro
Stacking up these rackables
She just said she flexible
That can fit my schedule
I don't know those cats little man I'm a big dawg
The hills is haunted to it aint halloween but I got my mask on
Its Rico Santino Mr. I like to stack my bread tall
I like a girl to throw it to me quick like a fastball
She know I burn through gas like a nascar
Lite up in the booth like I'm Charizard
Wearing all this gold thats my dads fault
I put five ten twenty bands in a vault
Yeah I love all my bitches treat em equal
Yeah they tryna clone the kid there aint no sequel though
It get slimey it get sleek you already snow
I swear the hills is haunted to I think I'm seeing ghosts
Saving up these rackables
We applying pressure bro
Stacking up these rackables
She just said she flexible
That can fit my schedule
If they see the carnage they gon be like what happened here
We up over that way yeah we up in the hills
Counting all this guala she want it all for the thrill
I be tryna cram yeah I be tryna drill
She be on some trash make that bitch pop a pill
Im at home counting up thats netflix and chill
I got gold on but I don't rock no grill
Mouth piece on if the bloods gotta spill
Told her I like catching bodies I'm not into catching feels
We applying pressure bro
Saving up these rackables
We applying pressure bro
Stacking up these rackables
She just said she flexible
That can fit my schedule
I don't know those cats little man I'm a big dawg
The hills is haunted to it aint halloween but I got my mask on
Its Rico Santino Mr. I like to stack my bread tall
I like a girl to throw it to me quick like a fastball
She know I burn through gas like a nascar
Lite up in the booth like I'm Charizard
Wearing all this gold thats my dads fault
I put five ten twenty bands in a vault
Yeah I love all my bitches treat em equal
Yeah they tryna clone the kid there aint no sequel though
It get slimey it get sleek you already snow
I swear the hills is haunted to I think I'm seeing ghosts
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Writer(s): Rico Santino Quinones
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