Chalk lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, J1, that's flames, my bro)
(Shegy mixed it)
(Ayy, Zati, this sh*t sounds cold)

[Verse 1]
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, comin' like some twins
Didn't drink Redbull, but he grew some wings
Beefin' the 6 and you're takin' a risk
If you're talkin' packs, then I guess we win
Three could've died tryna link them a b*tch
In the ride, bare bine and hideous chings
Get caught by the guys, might die or swim
If not, caught life, next time you'rе p*ssed
Respect my ting or rеspect this ching
Free Double S and Vigorous Dripz
Still out for your blood, no South-Side Crips
Can't talk on Clapham, they're more than chips
Smoke in the ride, I ain't tokin' 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 Kippz
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 swingin' and chingin'
Intention M, but AM was the case, so I giggled and smirked when I left that nick
PTSD when I'm in that station, prayin' I don't end up on the wing
Brixton station, of course I'm p*ssed
They check out my clothes and fingerprints
Clipz got bun, they were tweakin' a lot
Perm got dropped, they were tweakin' a lot
Young Spesh saw life, ain't sleepin' a lot
Talk on Itch, are you dreamin' or what?
A million opps and a million thots
All want me wrapped up in a box
My eyesight's sh*t but it's clear for the opps
Can't talk on Upper, they're more than lost
We got beef with numerous blocks
And we put numerous opps on tops
She's mad at me cah T1'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 wearin' crocs
They can't go to their local shops
Cah we tape off their local shops
Me in the ride, that's a one way trip
Don't trip, you're p*ssed if I get there first
I'm p*ssed cah my friend got birded
You're p*ssed 'cause your friend's in a hearse
It hurts cah they didn't wanna claim that nerd
What's worse is that I warned him 'fore he turned merch
How many yutes been put in the dirt?
They're burst for rhymin' offensive words
I can't tell you which ones worse, in my opinion, the Drive is cursed
Stuttz got burst
Blackz got burst
And Worm'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"
If you sign for Clapham, it'll cost 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 f*ck with pork
I talk that talk and I walk that walk
If I talk on Clapham, it might get awks