Peter Rosenberg, Flee Lord, Roc Marciano - Hallways lyrics

Pimpire, uh

Used to sling cocaine (yeah)
Sling it in the hallway
Sling it in the hallway
We used to sling cocaine in the hallway

Yo
For the juice get you cold pressed (Pressed)
Don’t let what I say go over your
Head like stones on my neck
Wet the rolls, broken leg rose from the dead
For bread
The toast knock the yolk out your egg (Fish)
The pole too big for coat check
Put your light out quick like a roach clip
(Pssst)
Before I wrote this shit I went on a tow trip
The nose on the pimp got the coke drip
Hoe submit they thought I touch her shoulder
With the Vulcan grip (Gottem)
I'm back and I'm better than ever
Feds tryna to catch us
We in the Nebuchadnezzar (Zooooom)
It’s just a Tesla (Uh) , just a test run
Don’t accept any replicas
Niggas is really regular (Reggie)
As you can see I done leveled up
Medicine in the cup in the seven up
Every line run like seven and up (Yuh)
You can tell how I'm cut, I’m not sus
I make it hot, thermometer bust
In God we trust (Whooo)
Mix the Bacardi with the
Punch, pop the trunk, we got army guns
Once I let off the shotty, the party done

We used to sling cocaine (Bahp bahp bahp)
Sling it in the hallway
Sling it in the hallway

Lord, Lord my fur coat is heroin gray
Used to sit countin my chips
Watching the heroine play (Whoo)
Nah I’m not rich my niggas
Swear that I’m paid
Eat your food with the uzi
Then get straight entree (Brrt)
Bout to make a run after
I calculate these funds (Funds)
Yeah that dick have a pass of
Bread my mouth make her cum (Aiy)
Selling ounces in the sun in front
The houses in the slum
Livin life to the beat and bounce to the drum
(Bounce on the drum)
Serenade the streets while I
Marinate the beef (Beef)
The strong will survive
Yeah we burying in the weak (Agh)
Rhymin for my change white
Diamonds for the flames (Fire)
Smokin zones in the house not tryna go insane
(Not tryna go insane) louis slippers
Crib like a movie niggas dookie dripper
(Dookie dripper)
All suede couch with the coogie pillows, argh
Stripes like Adidas
Hoes hype when they meet us (Meet us)
All ice on the fingers
(Fingers) , four pipes on the beemers (Brrrt)
As a freshman I was playing
Dice with the seniors
Now we textin they let me know
The price for the stingers
Rad 9-11 while the feds
Tryna snatch thirty pounds
On that bullshit the dreads tryna catch em
(No) hibachi while I’m high beats
Dropping out the sky
Everytime I'm at the light heat
Popping out the ride (Skrrrrrrt)
Argh grrt