Anxiety Freestyle - Sleepy Hallow

Anxiety Freestyle

Sleepy Hallow

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Lyric

Great John on the beat, by the way

We gon' send that boy up, he scared of heights

Back on the block, we rollin' dice

Girl, if you tryna fuck, come get this pipe

Pop a Perc', now I'm back to life

She like, "Sleepy, I love how you swervin'"

Pull up, back out, we closin' them curtains

Blue sky, yeah, I'm Crippin', they nervous

Move hot, he get flipped like some burgers

Get to shootin' for the love of the set

.30 knock his head off his neck

Lil' bitch, I'm a dog, never seen a vet

I'm the bomb, take it as a threat

Go out with a bang, nigga, win or lose

Bitches petty, they gon' pick and choose

I don' know her name, but she call me boo

Let me fuck, but she in love with you

Pull up in a big body, not a coupe

Yeah, big body, not a coupe

Tell 'em free the gang, let my niggas loose

Just a young nigga with the juice

I know what she gon' do, huh

For Balenciaga, Jimmy Choo

My Glock got its own rules, huh

He be tellin' niggas what to do

This car full of felon niggas

I don't bail on niggas

Snitchin', tellin' what we gon' do

Remember we only had one

Tryna turn this shit into a two

Three shots make a nigga snooze

Why you came here? Nigga, for the loot

Five hitters up and let it boom

Know the six-speed help a nigga zoom

Niggas weak, seven days, through

On the eight block, tell 'em come shoot

Seen a nine, now he want a truce

Stood ten toes, still up in the loop

Seen a nine, now he want a truce

Stood ten toes, still up in the loop

Stood ten toes, still up in the loop

Huh, come get lit

Ran off on the plug, we ain't payin' shit

New piece, shoot and shit hit

Chop like Bruce Lee, shit kick

Want smoke, come and get it

If it's beef, I don't never dead it

Dropped him, he gon' need some paramedics

Bitch bad, but good on her credit, look

Fuck how she look, where the loyalty at?

Hit it once, I ain't callin' her back

Come fuck with the gang, but don't get attached

They just in love with me 'cause I rap

I like to count racks in the trap

Cops pull up, then I'm right out the back

If you got 'opps, then you can't lack

No strap, then you gettin' whacked

No strap, then you gettin' whacked

No strap, then you gettin' whacked

- It's already the end -