Hallways - Bodega Bamz

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

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

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

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

Now bust this guy’s teeth out

This shit hard

Now bust this guy’s teeth out

Now—

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

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