Tension - sleepy hallow

I can’t tell 'em what I do 'till it’s done, we let it rainin' no sun

And we gon' pull up with the gang can’t get no 1 on 1's

The homies say I’m the one, I woke up and he run

And boy we known to let it bang we don’t care where you from

That forty beat like a drum, puttin' pain, ain’t no punk

My niggas know I never change if we get in the slumps

True to gang, know we do the most

And bitch I’m riding with my brothers we been trough the most, bullets ripping

trough his coat

I know they losing hope, most of my niggas fighting years but they won’t grab

the rope

I had to bring that choppa with me went to lake a hole, that’s how I made it

home

And you can keep your clothes on I only want the dome

Straped up no lacking for us

'Member nights I’m in this trap stop no package, probably come and snatch up

yours

Pop out ain’t got no worries, know my niggas get to shoot one like we Stephen

Curry (like we Stephen Curry)

Hop out, doing damage

Shorty think she dancing on a dick but that’s the Hammer

Duck the federalies tryna stay up off the camera

I hope it don’t jam this pussy gotta get blare

I can’t tell 'em what I do 'till it’s done, we let it rainin' no sun

And we gon' pull up with the gang can’t get no 1 on 1's

The homies say I’m the one, I woke up and he run

And boy we known to let it bang we don’t care where you from

That forty beat like a drum, puttin' pain, ain’t no punk

My niggas know I never change if we get in the slumps

True to gang, know we do the most

And bitch I’m riding with my brothers we been trough the most, bullets ripping

trough his coat

Checking, get to flexin'

Whole gang eating and we coming in for seconds

And we gon' play the front, tell 'em pull up with the back in

Security bunkin', how the fuck we gon' get the strap in

Do 'em like he hit the stage, we gon' get the clappin'

Four, five, six and nigga we head cracking

And don’t care 'bout what he jackin'

Lil belly pistol packing, you dying if you lackin', yeah

Bitch I been a man

Running through them bands your favorite rapper a fan

Wanna fuck up on a beach bitch I’m too black for a tan

Just meet me at the telly with like thirty of ya friends

I got dirty in my cup, and gun up in my hand

Lotta niggas broke in person but they sturdy on the 'gram

Off a percy not a zan, I made her live her man

But she know I ain’t loving I’m a leave her where she stand

I can’t tell 'em what I do 'till it’s done, we let it rainin' no sun

And we gon' pull up with the gang can’t get no 1 on 1's

The homies say I’m the one, I woke up and he run

And boy we known to let it bang we don’t care where you from

That forty beat like a drum, puttin' pain, ain’t no punk

My niggas know I never change if we get in the slumps

True to gang, know we do the most

And bitch I’m riding with my brothers we been trough the most, bullets ripping

trough his coat