Sleepy Hallow feat. Marshmello – GBG Lyrics

Lyrics GBG – Sleepy Hallow feat. Marshmello

Mello made it right
Great John on the beat by the way

You know I gotta stay with a stick
Get back gang and my city is sick
Say she love me, she poppin’ her tit
And I drop an opp, I ain’t dropping a diss
I know n**gas hate when I’m talkin my sh!t
N**gas hate me, I’m somethin’ like Chris
You ain’t tryna spin, better get out the whip
Better get out the, f**k that

Sh!t got lit, I was takin’ that trip
Slide through me and Billy on some sh!t
Free Fresh, that’s really the RIP
Free Toe Tag, free Benji and Mick
He ain’t with it, we do ’em like Rick
And shorty, she on me, she tryna get hit

Yeah, I’m Gucci, she Prada my drip
She said she adore my Dior kicks
F**k a Uber, you gotta get Lyft
In the air, that’s a opp in the spliff
Never care ’bout no popular sh!t
They might pick up the heat
When I’m dropping this sh!t

I’m a winner, you know I don’t quit
They can’t stand me, they know that they sick
Drive ’em crazy, don’t got a permit
B!tch, I’m outta my body, I’m ready to glitch

You know I gotta stay with a stick
Get Back Gang and my city is sick
Say she love me, she poppin’ her tit
AndI drop an opp I ain’t dropping a diss
I know n**gas hate when I’m talkin my sh!t
N**gas hate me, I’m somethin’ like Chris
You ain’t tryna spin, better get out the whip
Better get out the, f**k that

Still ten toes with my foot in the mud
Said I’m ugly now she wanna f**k
I stay with protection, my gun in my glove
Ain’t no cappin’, he really a thug
They been tryna be me since I got a buzz
They gon’ hate that I’m gettin the love
And baby, I’m sick like I’m catching a bug
Run up on me, he catchin’ a slug

Gotta keep me a strap in this club
You know if he lack then we packin’ ’em up
Took his strap, he ain’t clap it enough
Ain’t no cap in my rap, he a pack if he sus
Shoot first, we ain’t askin’ ’em much
They like, We gettin’ active or what
New whip, I be switchin’ sh!t up
And they know they can look
But they know not to touch

You know I gotta stay with a stick
Get Back Gang and my city is sick
Say she love me, she poppin’ her tit
And I drop an opp, I ain’t dropping a diss
I know n**gas hate when I’m talkin my sh!t
N**gas hate me, I’m somethin’ like Chris
You ain’t tryna spin, better get out the whip
Better get out the, f**k that…

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