TeeJay3k – “Pissy Hallways” (ft. G Herbo) [Audio, Lyrics, Video]

TeeJay3k is back, along with G Herbo with the visual for their “Pissy Hallways” track produced by OFEY & 4way. Stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

Teejay3k Pissy Hallways

TeeJay3k – Pissy Hallways (ft. G Herbo) (prod. OFEY & 4way)

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Lyrics

[Intro]
Pff
Raw, Raw, Raw-Raw-Raw-Raw
Gang shit, gang shit
Yeah, look (Aye)

[Bridge]
Fuck a bitch, and send her on her way
Bitch you know i i don’t play
Popped a half a yerky, I been tripping damn near all day
Reminiscing, on how we came from pissy hallways
They ask me how much do i keep it on me, I say always

[Verse 1: TeeJay3k]
Fuck a nigga, finger fuck the trigger, til it click (What up)
Pillow talking to a bitch, nigga you the bitch (come on)
I can’t play around, bitch i get busy wit the blick (Come on)
D-double d’s, bitch i put 2 titties on the stick (Raw)
I can’t cuff a bitch, i’ll rather pull up on a sneaky link (Nah)
If you ain’t sucking dick or popping pussy, you can’t link wit 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 bidness, if that bidness 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 pussy and some Hennessy (Come on)
I just fucked 2 twin bitches, i’m that nigga, literally (Come on)
This shit getting crazy, all these threats these niggas sending me (Down)
I ain’t got no rap i just got bullets for my enemy, niggas know (Raw)
If you know, you know, bitch i been a threat (Been a threat)
Niggas mad ’cause they see me on (Bitch you been a upset)
Chains on, only time i tuck it, when i’m fucking (Sheesh)
Hit her then i take her iPhone charger, ima buck it (Yeah)
8 ounches, in my faygo got me moving sluggish (Yeah)
Ain’t no time to chitter chat, bitch i’m out here hustling (Bitch i’m out here hustling)
She say “Baby pay for my BBL”, bitch you ain’t getting nothing (Bitch)
All i keep around is freaky hoes, trust these bitches bussin (Bussin)
I’m not tryna argue wit you bitch, why you always cussing? (Always cussin’)
I had told you that i love you, i was lying, i was lusting

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Blow you down, to slow you down (Yeah)
Like you drinking tussin, i’m bout action
I don’t wanna talk, don’t want no discussion
Slime Lamb seats, look like vomit, all my whips disgusting
Pick ya hoe up, she just wanna top it, i don’t give her nothing (no bap)
Rims bent, i hit the curb
I got rich off flipping work
I’m that nigga in the city, still that nigga in the burbs
Fan shit, you niggas nerds
I stay fresh, my fit detergent
Flipping shit, a nigga splurging
Five, six cars, a nigga swervin
From my strip to hollywood
I’m wit the stars, i’m still learning
Foenem think i’m still thugging
So they call when shit get urgent
Really, i’m a different person
M’s and shit, i’m really worth it
Albums done i spit the truth
Still hit the booth, i’m really working
Know they listening cause i heard it
Make a nigga nervous
I ain’t in the streets but in the streets cause i got niggas lurking
Put like 30 cash on his head, that’s my bitch a Birkin
Herbo put that bag on his head, i got killers searching