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Sleepy Hallow - Get Low (feat. ABG Neal) [slowed + reverb]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sleepy Hallow
Sleepy Hallow
Performer
ABG Neal
ABG Neal
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
ABG Neal
ABG Neal
Songwriter
Sleepy Hallow
Sleepy Hallow
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Great John
Great John
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I get the bag and run it up
Yeah, I get the bag and run it up
I get the bag and run it up
[Verse 2]
I get the bag and run it up
You gotta be special ed, thinkin' 'bout runnin' up
We make it hot, look like the sun is up
Right by the Tommy's, that's where the gun is tucked
Damn, pull out your gun, then you better blow
Bro off a pill when he do a drill
So when he get high, you better get low
[Verse 3]
Know we make it hot, summer, lil' bitch, I'm the shit, plumber
Back out the stick, make it beat like a drummer
I ain't lyin', I keep it a hunnid
My shooters be sliding, you die if you run up
I pull up, put a bag on your brother
That **** still hot and I know he a chucker
Can't respect him, can't wait till we catch him
Tell broski to wet him, spread bullets like butter
Fuck the plug, he ain't gettin' no money
Bitch, gon' fuck 'cause I came from the gutter
She heard I be trappin', I made her my sucker
They ain't with it, I know that they cappin'
My gang get to clappin', they runnin' for cover
And they runnin' for cover
Ha, and they runnin' for cover
[Verse 4]
I get the bag and run it up
You gotta be special ed, thinkin' 'bout runnin' up
We make it hot, look like the sun is up
Right by the Tommy's, that's where the gun is tucked
Damn, pull out your gun, then you better blow
Bro off a pill when he do a drill
So when he get high, you better get low
[Verse 5]
Look, please don't play with the bros
I promise they see you, they doin' the most
Look, can't hit no lick and go ghost
I ride with my brothers, you splitin' the toast
Back 'em down, I'm like Shaq in the post
Yeah, I could do it, don't need nobody close
Is you riddin'? You ready to go?
You say you you bangin', better buy you a pole
Strapped up, ain't no leavin' it home
Don't act up, we put one in your dome
Get clapped up, now your name on a stone
Throw racks up, watchin' bitches unfold
Since a youngin we was all buggin'
Tryna make the block hot when it's cold
Yeah
[Verse 6]
I get the bag and run it up
You gotta be special ed, thinkin' 'bout runnin' up
We make it hot, look like the sun is up
Right by the Tommy's, that's where the gun is tucked
Damn, pull out your gun, then you better blow
Bro off a pill when he do a drill
So when he get high, you better get low
Written by: Andre Romell Young, D. Parker, Dawaun W. Parker, Mike Elizondo, Stanley Benton, Todd Moore
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