Trippie Redd – Sleepy Hollow (Audio, Lyrics)

Trippie Redd - Sleepy Hollow (prod. Outtatown)

Trippie Redd is here with “Sleepy Hollow”. Listen, stream, buy, watch the lyric video, mp3 download, read the lyrics to the song produced by Outtatown.

Trippie Redd Sleepy Hollow
Trippie Redd Sleepy Hollow

Washington Irving’s The Legend Of Sleepy Hollow has become a cultural staple, largely in part to the iconic folklore antagonist, the Headless Horseman. And with Halloween around the corner, Trippie Redd has decided to take a metaphorical visit to “Sleepy Hollow” with the brand new single from his upcoming Pegasus album. Naturally, he wastes little time in busting out the Horseman imagery, warning that he’ll “leave a n**ga head lit, Sleepy Hollow.”

As expected, the single boasts a relatively dark tone, with many of Trippie’s lyrics centering around his “live by the gun” mentality. “Send a couple shells, send a pussy n***a straight to hell,” he sing-raps. “I got racks, clientele / Brodie called he won’t be making bail.” Don’t let the docile album cover fool you — “Sleepy Hollow” proves that Trippie’s mean streak has yet to be dulled, even if it lacks the stylistic flourishes of Tim Burton’s cult classic flick of the same name.

Trippie Redd – Sleepy Hollow (prod. Outtatown)

Lyric Video

Lyrics

[Intro]
Ha ha ha, yeah
Mr. Redd
Woah, woah
Big 14, know what the fuck goin’ on (Shh)
Gang shit, nigga (Ha)
Thank you (Ha), yeah (Phew)

[Chorus]
Feel like Ichigo, nigga, I’m a hollow (Yeah)
Talk down on the gang, you get some hollows (Yeah, ha)
Leave a nigga head lit, Sleepy Hollow (Bah)
Pull up in a Dark Knight, Murciélago (Skrrt)
And I’m duckin’, dodging twelve and the potholes
I was raised by the motherfuckin’ Glock, woah
Choppa hit him, make a nigga Diddy Bop, woah
Choppa hit him, make a nigga Milly Rock, woah (Whoa, whoa)

[Verse]
Ha, send a couple shells (Shells, bah)
Send a pussy nigga straight to hell (Yeah)
I got racks (Racks), clientele (Yeah)
Brodie called, he won’t be makin’ bail, no
Damn, sad news (Sad news)
Gettin’ tired of the bad news (Bad news), tragedy
(Son, you finna do it)
Should I do it too? Bitch, I had to

[Chorus]
Feel like Ichigo, nigga, I’m a hollow (Yeah)
Talk down on the gang, you get some hollows (Yeah, ha)
Leave a nigga head lit, Sleepy Hollow (Bah)
Pull up in a Dark Knight, Murciélago (Skrrt)
And I’m duckin’, dodging twelve and the potholes
I was raised by the motherfuckin’ Glock, woah
Choppa hit him, make a nigga Diddy Bop, woah
Choppa hit him, make a nigga Milly Rock, woah (Whoa, whoa)

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