p*ssy Hallways lyrics

[Intro: TeeJay3k]
Pff
Gang gang, gang sh*t
Gang, gang sh*t, no lame sh*t, yeah
Look, ayy

[Chorus: TeeJay3k]
f*ck a b*tch and send her on her way, b*tch, you know I won't play
Popped a half a yerky, I been trippin' damn near all day
Reminiscin' on how we had came from p*ssy hallways
They ask me how much do I keep it on me, I say always

[Verse 1: TeeJay3k]
f*ck a n*gga, finger f*ck the trigger 'til it click (What up?)
Pillow talkin' to a b*tch, n*gga, you a b*tch (Come on)
I can't play around, b*tch, I get busy with the blick (Come on)
Doub-doub-double Ds, b*tch, I put two titties on the stick (Raw)
I can't cuff a b*tch, I'd rather pull up on a sneaky link (Nah)
You ain't suckin' di*k or poppin' pus*y, you can't link with me (You can't link)
Finessed her out her draws, sorry, baby, that's the freak in me (Yeah)
Legs behind her neck, she like, "Teejay, boy you deep in me" (Yeah)
I can't do no business if that business ain't legitimate (What up?)
I just popped a addy just to boost up my adrenaline (Come on)
I don't want no love, i just want pus*y and some Hennessy (Come on)
I just f*cked two twin b*tches, I'm that n*gga, literally (Come on)
This sh*t gettin' crazy, all these threats these n*ggas sendin' me (Down)
I ain't got no rap, I just got bullets for my enemy (Raw)
n*ggas know, if you know, you know, b*tch, I been a threat
n*ggas mad 'cause they see me on, lil' b*tch, you been upset (Yeah)
Chains on, only time I tuck it, when I'm f*ckin' (Sheesh)
Hit her then I take her iPhone charger, I'ma buck it (Yeah)
Eight ounces in my Faygo got me movin' sluggish (Yeah)
Ain't no time to chitter chat, b*tch, I'm out here hustlin' (b*tch, i'm out here hustlin')
She say, "Babe, pay for my BBL", b*tch, you ain't gettin' nothin' (b*tch)
All I keep around is freaky hoes, trust, these b*tches bussin' (They bussin')
I'm not tryna argue with you, b*tch, why you always cussin'? (Always cussin')
I had told you that I love you, I was lyin', I was lustin' (Yeah)
[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Ayy, blow you down and slow you down like you drinkin' 'Tussin
I'm 'bout action, I don't wanna talk, don't want no discussion
Slime Lamb' seats look like vomit, all my whips disgustin' (Skrrt)
Pick your ho up, she just wanna top it, I don't give her nothin' (No bap)
Rims bent, I hit the curb, I got rich off flippin' work
I'm that n*gga in the city, still that n*gga in the 'burbs
Fan sh*t, you n*ggas nerds, I stay fresh, my fit detergent
Flippin' sh*t, a n*gga splurgin', five, six cars, a n*gga swervin'
From my strip to Hollywood, I'm with the stars, I'm still learnin'
Foenem think I'm still thuggin' so they call when sh*t get urgent
Really, I'm a different person, M's and sh*t, I'm really worth it
Album's done, I spit the truth, still hit the booth, I'm really workin'
Know they listenin' 'cause I heard it, make a n*gga nervous
I ain't in the streets but in the streets 'cause I got n*ggas lurkin'
Put like thirty cash on his head, that's my b*tch, a Birkin
Herbo put that bag on his head, I got killers searchin'