Sleepy Hallow – Good Girls Ain’t No Fun Lyrics

One of the songs that is going to be a song on the upcoming Sleepy Hallow Album that is yet to be revealed. Sleepy Hallow teased an Instagram post telling us that the “Album OTW” and released this song a couple of days after the post on Instagram

Good Girls Ain’t No Fun Lyrics by Sleepy Hallow

[Intro]
(Great John on the beat, by the way)

[Chorus]
Slidin’ through your city, what you on, bae? (What you on, bae?)
Uh, been a long day
Run it up, I’m tryna put you on, bae
Pull up on me, I ain’t see you all day, damn
Uh, I ain’t tryna take no pic, tryna pose for the ‘Gram
Uh, I just pulled up in a Benz, skrrt off in a Lamb’
And, baby, I am who I am
Made it happen, ain’t come with a plan
She say she my biggest of fans
She making it clap, but ain’t usin’ her hands, damn
Uh, how the fuck she did that? Gotta get it on cam
Uh, I get way too high, can’t wait ’til I land

[Verse]
And, no, we can’t lay in the sand
Girl, you know I’m too Black for a tan
Damn, said she fell in love with the man
I could put the whole world in your hands, damn
Uh, said she want drip from Paris, but she never seen France
Uh, said she want drip from—, wait
Bad girls ain’t no good and the good girls ain’t no fun
She said, “I hate you so much,” but she still gon’ let me fuck
Like, you get the bag, baby, I’m in a rush
At the top, all I’m seein’ is us
Like, yeah, she a baddie and shit, that’s a plus
Drop a addy and shit goin’ up
I hopped out my Patakis and got on the bus
In my city with chops in the truck
She like, “Bae, is you happy to see me or what?”
I’m like, “Yeah,” but the Glock in the cut
Sike, nah, that’s the Glock in my pants
If I up it, the spot gettin’ blammed
Like, I heard that nigga done told on his mans
What the fuck? Y’all supposed to be friends
What the fuck? Y’all supposed to be cuz
Man, I thought y’all was supposed to be slatt
But you puttin’ your trust in a rat
He ain’t doin’ no time, he just gettin’ you snapped
I be puttin’ my trust in them racks
How I ran that shit up and I’m still movin’ tact’, hold on
Caesar told me not to lack, like
Don’t you get turned to a pack, hold on
She let me hit from the back (Uh)
Back to back to back (Look)

[Chorus]
Slidin’ through your city, what you on, bae?
Uh, been a long day
Run it up, I’m tryna put you on, bae
Pull up on me, I ain’t see you all day, damn
Uh, I ain’t tryna take no pic, tryna pose for the ‘Gram
Uh, I just pulled up in a Benz, skrrt off in a Lamb’
And, baby, I am who I am
Made it happen, ain’t come with a plan
She say she my biggest of fans
She making it clap, but ain’t usin’ her hands, damn
Uh, how the fuck she did that? Gotta get it on cam
Uh, I get way too high, can’t wait ’til I—