Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hallways, artist - Roc Marciano. Date of issue: 03.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hallways |
| 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 |