sleepy hallow - Tension

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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