Witchouse 40k - HOLLOWBONES (Official Music Video) Dir. Cyberdrip$

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