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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 **** 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 **** 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, I spend a lil' bit from all-time dimity (yeah)
Patek is playin' no icin', this one clean, and it cost me nine (nine)
Diamonds, they hittin', they find I look too close, this shit might blind you
The world get smaller, I'm telling you, pay them up, them **** gon' find you
I'm done with C's and P's, my heart still longin', I'm keepin' it real, ****
You know I'm the boss, for real, when we're all done, they bring me the beer, ****
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 **** 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 **** that shit get real, he bang all her friends and begging the b- (yeah)
Girl, ain't know shit, he gon' fuck like Jenga, these racks in my head, I'm stackin' this bread
Try tell **** that tables gon' turn, I'm packin' my bag and laughin' at them
These **** crazy, they ask where I'm from, I talk like a preacher and war like a pimp
These **** 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 **** 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
Written by: Johnathan Scott, Karel Jorge, Lodrick Cunningham, Marcellus Rayvon Register, Tegan Chambers
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