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Sleepy Hallow - Top Tier feat. Babyface Ray (Visualizer)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sleepy Hallow
Sleepy Hallow
Vocals
Babyface Ray
Babyface Ray
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tegan Chambers
Tegan Chambers
Songwriter
Marcellus Rayvon Register
Marcellus Rayvon Register
Songwriter
Johnathan Scott
Johnathan Scott
Songwriter
Karel Jorge
Karel Jorge
Songwriter
Lodrick Cunningham
Lodrick Cunningham
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Great John
Great John
Producer
Boone McElroy
Boone McElroy
Mastering Engineer
Nephxw
Nephxw
Producer

Lyrics

(Satori!) I keep a Glock, 'cause I got shot and life is- Uh, look They say you toxic, bae, you top tier I keep a Glock 'cause I got shot and life is not fair No Cartier's, it's getting clear, it's cold, I switch the gear She got a friend, they look like twins, I guess they come in pairs Don't leave, you comin' here, like, uh, I stopped poppin' them pills I stopped crackin' them seals, I stopped fuckin' with niggas ain't real Don't love her, I sext her still We fuck, we textin' still, her man a lame, but he stressin' still, damn If I break my legs, I'm steppin' still Baby, I needed a break from that, you stole my heart, I take it back Girl, you gotta pay for that, girl, you gotta wait for that She trippin', she told me to pay for that, can't lie, I- They still ain't get back for that last one I feel like Cesar, I feel like Skrap, I feel like Grandson And please don't touch me while I'm shooting, that's an AND1 They say you toxic, bae, you top tier I keep a Glock 'cause I got shot and life is not fair No Cartier's, it's getting clear, it's cold, I switch the gear She got a friend, they look like twins, I guess they come in pairs Don't leave, you comin' here, like, uh, I stopped poppin' them pills I stopped crackin' them seals, I stopped fuckin' with niggas ain't real Don't love her, I sext her still We fuck, we textin' still, her man a lame, but he stressin' still, damn If I break my legs, I'm steppin' still Life that I live is a science, spend a lil' bit from all-time dimity (yeah) Patek is playin' no icin', this one clean, and it cost nine (nine) Diamonds, they hittin', they find I look too close, this shit might blind The world get smaller, I'm telling you, pay them up, them niggas gon' find you I'm done with C's and P's, my heart still longin', I'm keepin' it real, nigga You know I'm the boss, for real, when we're all done, they bring me the beer, nigga Court side like birdie, watch me, you sturdy, need me a bitch who pay (yeah) Louis on Louis, Skateboard P with the virgil, I take both for emerg' Maybach coupe, I'm closing the curtain, got a nigga bitch, she with me, she nervous I wanna rock like Lil Uzi Vertie, feedin' the lies and buyin' her purses Tell my name, I start recordin', she tells me to hit, I left her unread Try tell niggas that shit get real, he bang all her friends and begging the b- (yeah) Girl, ain't know shit, he gon' like Jenga, these racks in my head, I'm stackin' this bread Try tell niggas that tables gon' turn, I'm packin' my bag and laughin' at them These niggas crazy, they ask where I'm from, I talk like a preacher and war like a pimp These niggas cappers, so fuck what you heard, I'm actually him, I'm actually rich They say you toxic, bae, you top tier I keep a Glock 'cause I got shot and life is not fair No Cartier's, it's getting clear, it's cold, I switch the gear She got a friend, they look like twins, I guess they come in pairs Don't leave, you comin' here, like, uh, I stopped poppin' them pills I stopped crackin' them seals, I stopped fuckin' with niggas ain't real Don't love her, I sext her still We fuck, we textin' still, her man a lame, but he stressin' still, damn If I break my legs, I'm steppin' still
Writer(s): Ryan Fulton, Marcellus Rayvon Register, Cornel Anthony Wallace, Noel Halblaub Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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