Marshmello x Sleepy Hallow - GBG Lyrics

 

Marshmello x Sleepy Hallow - GBG Lyrics

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 niggas hate when I'm talkin my shit

Niggas hate me, I'm somethin' like Chris

You ain't tryna spin, better get out the whip

Better get out the, fuck that

Shit got lit, I was takin' that trip

Slide through me and Billy on some shit

Free Fresh, that's really the RIP

Free Toe Tag, free Benji and Micc

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

Fuck a Uber, you gotta get Lyft

In the air, that's a opp in the spliff

Never care 'bout no popular shit

They might pick up the heat when I'm dropping this shit

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

Bitch, 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 niggas hate when I'm talkin my shit

Niggas hate me, I'm somethin' like Chris

You ain't tryna spin, better get out the whip

Better get out the, fuck that

Still ten toes with my foot in the mud

Said I'm ugly now she wanna fuck

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' shit 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 niggas hate when I'm talkin my shit

Niggas hate me, I'm somethin' like Chris

You ain't tryna spin, better get out the whip

Better get out the, fuck that