Lyrics BWV – Sleepy Hallow ft. Fivio Foreign
Gettin’ high got me stuck in my feels
Still clutching the steel
Still tryna separate fake from the real
And they still tellin’ me Chill
Now I’m sippin’ wock, stopped poppin’ them pills
From the bottom she topping me still
I show it, I don’t gotta say how I feel
Think I’m racist, all black in the field
Like How is he famous still with all the drills
Got the juice, I ain’t lettin’ it spill
I fell back and they mention me still
Whenever we step, it’s a hit or a kill
They like Sleepy, you trippin’, we know that you will
Uh, b!tch, stop tellin’ me Chill
Like Danny Glover, I make movies for real, uh
Momma, you good on the bills
And grandma just wanna see that I prevail
Probably mad that I ain’t go to Yale
But f**k it, your grandson doin’ well
Used to hate that I ain’t wear a belt
But I couldn’t buy all the drip
Me and bro tryna find us a lick
Shooter Gang, b!tch, you know who I’m with
We clutchin’, like Boy, who you runnin’ to get
Extra clip, we be doublin’ it
Same b!tch let me f**k, she was dubbin’ and sh!t
Now she see me, she huggin’ and sh!t
She told me she love me, she buggin’ and sh!t
Baby girl got a man, but she with it, uh
Just give me the digits
And call me when he not around, I can kick it
Said he flexin’ that bread, but don’t spend it
Don’t mean I might buy you a Birkin for business
And baby, you know how I’m livin’
So I can’t be trustin’ these n**gas and women
Can’t be trustin’ these, look
Gettin’ high got me stuck in my feels
Still clutching the steel
Still tryna separate fake from the real
And they still tellin’ me Chill
Now I’m sippin’ wock, stopped poppin’ them pills
From the bottom she topping me still
I show it, I don’t gotta say how I feel
Yeah, she already know how I feel
I take her to one of them places
He a killer, he got one of them faces
Come with the p**sy, I come with the payment
She ain’t comin’ if she under the ages
Uh, I call Gino and he come with an Asian
I’m off the perc, yeah, I’m goin’ through phases
N**ga, I’m over the standin’ ovations
I want money, not congratulations
You better find somebody else to play with
‘Cause the killers runnin’ out of patience
And a n**ga like me
You’ll never see a n**ga like me
I take care of home and I deal with the streets
And I never mix the business with beef
That’s like the number one rule
I took her, the kids in the middle of coupe
I battle demons in my sleep
I wake up and help them make it to school
I wake up and help them make it to school
Gettin’ high got me stuck in my feels
Still clutching the steel
Still tryna separate fake from the real
And they still tellin’ me Chill
Now I’m sippin’ wock, stopped poppin’ them pills
From the bottom she topping me still
I show it, I don’t gotta say how I feel…
