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DaBaby

"Hallways*"

[Intro]
I got 20 on my beat

[Verse]
Everybody  know my name ringin' bells
Ringin'  bells like the hallway (Uh-huh)
I ain't gotta cap in no mothaf*ckin' rap
I'll whip out and air it out broad day (Mmm)
I  got in with the stick, and I'm with that
Break  a n*gga in half like a Kit-Kat (Huh, huh)
I been tryna' be positive mama (Uh-huh)
They  ain't f*ckin' wit' Jonathan, mama (No)
Who you know put they motherf*ckin' self on the map
And now they ain't on no nobody sh*t? (Me)
I slid one of my lil' n*ggas, come take you off
You  get laid on the floor by a jit (Ha)
Got pulled over with 55K in my pocket
The police they know I'm legit (Woo, woo)
The police they know I got sticks
They be worried about me, they know I'ma click
These n*ggas, they know I'm a dog
I ain't worried about him
I know he a b*tch (Meow)
The next n*gga that come play with me
I'ma send him to go ask 2Pac for a pic (b*tch)
They say I'm the hottest new n*gga
Go check the thermometer, that n*gga sick (Ha)
n*gga must have a fever or somethin'
Heard he was born up on Cleveland or somethin' (Uh-huh)
Let me give you a history lesson
We moved back to Charlotte, 1999 (Okay)
I ain't sayin that none of that matter
If somebody touch me, then somebody die (No cap)
Why he talkin' so calm when he say that? (Huh)
How you make him rewind and replay that?
Who you know get a fade once a week
And they try make it wave, f*ck a motherf*ckin' wave-cap (Huh, huh)
Everytime that the DJ play Suge
n*ggas throw up they arm like a motherf*ckin' racetrack (Let's go)
Everytime that my babygirl see me, she run
And say "Daddy", I love when she say that
Everytime I hit one of my moves, all the b*tches go crazy
They like how I do that
I keep one in the head, if I don't let off first
I'ma dive to the side when I shoot back
Yeah, I'm comin' like Blade in this b*tch
f*ck around, and walked down in a trenchcoat
They gon' have to put me with the greats
Wanna f*ck with me, she gotta wait
Only yacht, would mean me and the kids
There's four of us, we're on the sea eatin' steak
I ain't goin' ooh-ooh on a b*tch
I ain't goin out sad 'bout no hoe, I'm a pimp
He keep bumpin' his motherf*ckin' gun
We gon put his ass up like a motherf*ckin' blimp
Like to talk on the pillow wit' hoes' that's gon' get him
Exposed, he a muhf*ckin simp
You know he keep that thang on him baby
Quit askin' him why that boy walk with a limp
I on't care bout this motherf*ckin' chain
But I still bust your motherf*ckin' brain
Just got head on a motherf*cking plane
Ain't no cap in my rap, I'm the truth
And then f*ckin' yo' hoe from the back
I knew hoe for a day, she won't ghost, she the swoup
And these n*ggas ain't livin like this, why he talkin' so gangsta?
Your boy, he a fluke
They know Baby gon' blow, he a flute
They know Baby gon' blow, he the bomb
They know Baby was just in Miami
Now he in LA, n*gga think he LeBron
They know Baby go baby on baby
But five years ago, n*ggas say he was John
I touch down at the front of the plane
And the driver come pick up my Louis Vuitton
While he drive me around, I be blowin' that pressure
I'm chillin' backseat with the iron

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