DopeSmoke - Chalk lyrics
[DopeSmoke - Chalk lyrics]
Ayy, J1, that's flames my bro
Ayy, Zati, this shit sounds cold
Swing my ching, or stig that whip
No Tokyo Drift when the tires skid
Really love my clique, get clocked and dipped
All you heard was "Ouuu", when I ripped his skin
Two dotts on a ride, coming some twins
Didn't drink Redbull, but he grew some wings
Beefing the 6 and you're taking a risk
If I'm talking packs then I guess we win
3 coulda died tryna link them a bitch
In the ride bare bine and hideous chings
Got caught by the guys, might die or swim
If not caught life, next time you're pissed
Respect my ting or respect this ching
Free Doublе S and Vigorous Dripz
Still out for your blood, no South-Side Crips
Can't talk on Clapham, they're morе than chips
Smoke in the ride, I ain't toking cig'
I'm more than down for the cause
Get swiped and bored, you can eat this ching
Minimum six when I plugged it in
Try plug that out, you can go ask Kipz
Rambo tucked, I don't know about fists
Or kits get chinged tryna fight this kid
We run Lambeth you get the gist
Ouuu, mmm
Raise that hand if you swing your ching
Intention M, but AM was the case
So I give it the smirk when I left that nick
PTSD when I'm in that station, praying
I don't end up on the wing
Brixton station, of course I'm pissed
They check out my clothes and fingerprints
Clipz got bun, they were tweaking a lot
Perm got dropped, they were tweaking a lot
Young Spesh saw life, ain't sleeping a lot
Talk on Itch, are you dreaming or what?
A-a million opps and a million thots
All want me wrapped up in a box
My eyesight's shit but it's clear for the opps
Can't talk on Town, 'cah they more than lost
We got beef with numerous blocks
And we put numerous opps on tops
She's mad at me 'cah Solomon's gone
By the grace of God, why your boy got dropped?
Smoke on opps, damp down tops
Put holes in your clothes like
You're wearing crocs
They can't go to the local shops,
'cah we tape off the local shops
Me in the ride that's a one way trip
Don't trip, you're pissed if I get there first
I'm pissed 'cah my friend got birded
You're pissed 'cah your friends in a hearse
It hurts 'cah they didn't wanna claim that nerd
What's worse is that I warned him
Before he turned merch
How many yutes got put in the dirt?
Get burst for rhyming offensive words
I can't tell you which ones worse
In my opinion, the Drive is cursed
Stuttz got burst
Blackz got burst
And one's still stuck in the dirt
Disperse when gangdem's out on lurks
Lil man got 99 pace, it's fake
So we call him FitnessFirst
Any sign for Clapham costs you a hearse
Evil thoughts and devilish swords
Get caught by the guys
Bet we turn that corpse
He got hit with .4's
Thank Lord that he didn't outline in chalk
I think about Solly when I take that walk
Astaghfirullah, I can't fuck with pork
I talk that talk and I walk that walk
If I talk on Konez, it might get awks
Ayy, Zati, this shit sounds cold
Swing my ching, or stig that whip
No Tokyo Drift when the tires skid
Really love my clique, get clocked and dipped
All you heard was "Ouuu", when I ripped his skin
Two dotts on a ride, coming some twins
Didn't drink Redbull, but he grew some wings
Beefing the 6 and you're taking a risk
If I'm talking packs then I guess we win
3 coulda died tryna link them a bitch
In the ride bare bine and hideous chings
Got caught by the guys, might die or swim
If not caught life, next time you're pissed
Respect my ting or respect this ching
Free Doublе S and Vigorous Dripz
Still out for your blood, no South-Side Crips
Can't talk on Clapham, they're morе than chips
Smoke in the ride, I ain't toking cig'
I'm more than down for the cause
Get swiped and bored, you can eat this ching
Minimum six when I plugged it in
Try plug that out, you can go ask Kipz
Rambo tucked, I don't know about fists
Or kits get chinged tryna fight this kid
We run Lambeth you get the gist
Ouuu, mmm
Raise that hand if you swing your ching
Intention M, but AM was the case
So I give it the smirk when I left that nick
PTSD when I'm in that station, praying
I don't end up on the wing
Brixton station, of course I'm pissed
They check out my clothes and fingerprints
Clipz got bun, they were tweaking a lot
Perm got dropped, they were tweaking a lot
Young Spesh saw life, ain't sleeping a lot
Talk on Itch, are you dreaming or what?
A-a million opps and a million thots
All want me wrapped up in a box
My eyesight's shit but it's clear for the opps
Can't talk on Town, 'cah they more than lost
We got beef with numerous blocks
And we put numerous opps on tops
She's mad at me 'cah Solomon's gone
By the grace of God, why your boy got dropped?
Smoke on opps, damp down tops
Put holes in your clothes like
You're wearing crocs
They can't go to the local shops,
'cah we tape off the local shops
Me in the ride that's a one way trip
Don't trip, you're pissed if I get there first
I'm pissed 'cah my friend got birded
You're pissed 'cah your friends in a hearse
It hurts 'cah they didn't wanna claim that nerd
What's worse is that I warned him
Before he turned merch
How many yutes got put in the dirt?
Get burst for rhyming offensive words
I can't tell you which ones worse
In my opinion, the Drive is cursed
Stuttz got burst
Blackz got burst
And one's still stuck in the dirt
Disperse when gangdem's out on lurks
Lil man got 99 pace, it's fake
So we call him FitnessFirst
Any sign for Clapham costs you a hearse
Evil thoughts and devilish swords
Get caught by the guys
Bet we turn that corpse
He got hit with .4's
Thank Lord that he didn't outline in chalk
I think about Solly when I take that walk
Astaghfirullah, I can't fuck with pork
I talk that talk and I walk that walk
If I talk on Konez, it might get awks