Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tension, artist - sleepy hallow. Album song DON'T SLEEP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, Winners Circle Entertainment
Song language: English
Tension |
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 |