Hallways

Lyrics
[Intro] Now bust this guy's teeth out Word, this that Luca Gunna Now bust this guy's teeth out Whatever you got, a forty-five, or a nine, or, Glock Now bust this guy's teeth out Word up, word up Now bust this guy's teeth out Now bust this guy's teeth out [Chorus] Homicide in the project hallways The next day, rolled dice in the hallways (niggas) Big cypher in the hallways (to all my) All-nighters in the hallways Homicide in the project hallways The next day, rolled dice in the hallways (niggas) Big cypher in the hallways (to all my) All-nighters in the hallways [Verse 1] I ain't lookin' like your typical (niggas) Jesus head, lookin' biblical Gin and tonic, healthy, my body brolic (yo) Rubber band it, plastic up in the wallet (I'll try) You niggas stop it, kill me with all that gossip I hit the tropics, came in with some exotics Came in with some exotic, Onyx (when I shut 'em down) I got that kinda face that you don't fuck around with Two pistols bringin' T-Pain I never drove a scooter down Biscayne This, mane, for the real, not the bitch-made Fifty dollars for the tuna, I don't fish fillet Every hood in the city got a Lil Tay (niggas) I had a few moves and a lil J (niggas) In the streets, fuck a hoop dream I run the full, smokin' loosies [Chorus] Homicide in the project hallways The next day, rolled dice in the hallways Big cypher in the hallways All-nighters in the hallways Homicide in the project hallways The next day, rolled dice in the hallways Big cypher in the hallways All-nighters in the hallways [Interlude] Now bust this guy's teeth out This shit hard Now bust this guy's teeth out Now— [Verse 2] I let the beat build for a second I'm back at it, fire like backdraft Watch for the switch sides, they first to backstab I could show real scars, you got a cat scratch You ain't on my level, you ain't on my street Now bust this guy's teeth out (I'll try) Throw your ball over the fence until you get it Keep knockin' that door until you get in (get in!) Keep bangin' on the door until you get in (what?) Keep bangin' on the door until you get in (what?) You gotta take a loss (I'll tell you some things I never told you) I used to be the undercard (drop that bum) I used to be, I used to be I used to be a broke nigga (niggas) ooh, times changed [Outro] I think I fucked, though Slap box with the devil, nigga I'm ready, I don't ever throw away my medal Slap box with the devil I never throw away my medal Slap box with the devil (drop that bum) If I go to hell, I'm slap boxin' with the devil Let me hear that
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Credits
- Writers
- Bodega Bamz