Lyrics Hallways - Roc Marciano, Flee Lord

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