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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sleepy Hallow
Sleepy Hallow
Performer
Sheff G
Sheff G
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sheff G
Sheff G
Songwriter
Sleepy Hallow
Sleepy Hallow
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Great John
Great John
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Great John on the beat by the way
[Verse 2]
You say you be getting cash, okay, what's the facts?
We gon' run up in your stash, police on me like a rash
You say you be getting packs, okay, got this and that
Send my shooters where you at, guarantee you gettin' whacked, look
[Verse 3]
Cook up like I'm Walter, should've been on Breaking Bad, look
Step up in the room, you see the drip, get hit with splash
She see money coming quick so she gon' throw that pussy fast
And I know **** snitching for the cheese, they a rat
You know me, I'm never switching, yeah, my body different
They like, "Sleepy, you a hero, why they paint you as a villain?"
'Cause they know my **** elegant, shoot up your residence
They love me in my city, swear they treat me like the president
I ran me up a bag, up a bag, up a bag
I know they don't like it how I came up from doing bad
Had to run me up a bag, up a bag, up a bag
Got a check like it's Nike, I just do it and never brag
[Verse 4]
You say you be getting cash, okay, what's the facts?
We gon' run up in your stash, police on me like a rash
You say you be getting packs, okay, got this and that
Send my shooters where you at, gauarantee you gettin' whacked, look
[Verse 5]
Guarantee you gettin' whacked, guarantee you gettin' done up
I know some **** patiently waiting to catch a come-up
Now you look like a stain, once you spotted, you gotta rub off
We jump on you, ain't no one-ons, you never get the one up
Move on, bitch, you can die tonight
This just a stain, hold your tongue
Shh, where the funds?
Don't play brave, don't play dumb
Jackpot tonight
Heard you got it, then I need that
I punch you, push your teeth back
Don't want to hear no feedback, ****
[Verse 6]
Ain't no chit-chat, you shinin', get your shit snatched
Them windows tinted, sliding dow, they splittin' like a Kit-Kat, look
I'm from the streets you take an L, you gotta get back
And they don't want beef, we pull up on 'em with Big Macs, look
[Verse 7]
You say you be getting cash, okay, what's the facts?
We gon' run up in your stash, police on me like a rash
You say you be getting packs, okay, got this and that
Send my shooters where you at, guarantee you gettin' whacked
[Verse 8]
You say you be getting cash, okay, what's the facts?
We gon' run up in your stash, police on me like a rash
You say you be getting packs, okay, got this and that
Send my shooters where you at, guarantee you gettin' whacked
Guarantee you gettin' whacked
Written by: Sheff G, Sleepy Hallow
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