White Chalk lyrics

[Intro]
Play, oh, you want choppers?
Talkin' 'bout sh*t we—
(Okay, 9)
See, I write a whole diary about—
See, I write a whole diary about hits

[Chorus]
Out of town, somewhere, I'm lost (I'm lost), on the hills in a big-ass crib (Crib)
I don't talk 'bout sh*t I bought (Uh-uh), half these n*ggas don't know what it is (Know what it is)
b*tch, we really reap them, they not them (Not them)
See, I can write a whole diary about hits
I start up the SRT, somethin' serious (Somethin' serious), then I start pushin' this b*tch like a Urus (Pushin' this b*tch like a Urus)
Out of town, somewhere, I'm lost (I'm lost), on the hills in a big-ass crib (On the hills in a big-ass crib)
I don't talk 'bout sh*t I bought (I bought), half these n*ggas don't know what it is (Half of these n*ggas don't know what it is)
b*tch, we really reap, them, they not them (Not them)
See, I can write a whole diary about hits (Huh)
I start up the SRT, somethin' serious (Somethin' serious), then I start pushin' this b*tch like a Urus (Like a Urus)

[Verse]
A f*ck n*gga play, get tossed (Get tossed)
We walk down in white chalk sh*t (White chalk sh*t)
Chandeliers all over the house, bad b*tch comin' in and she say it's arousin' (Arousin')
She wanna come f*ck for some dollars (Dollars), baby, hell nah, you cannot have sh*t (Can't have sh*t)
In a V12 ridin' with fine sh*t (Fine sh*t), somethin' kitted up ridin' behind me (Uh-huh)
I ran this sh*t up, I need loads and loads, this sh*t automatic (This sh*t automatic)
I touched a lil' pape' but I'm still goin' up to the top, stack it up it's Jurassic (It's Jurassic)
No more Bape tees, I'm rockin' high sh*t (I'm rockin' high sh*t)
New Chanel, lil' b*tch lovin' the fashion (Come on)
I'm a real top dog when I walk in the mall, I don't even really think, I just buy sh*t (I don't really think)
[Bridge]
Oh, oh, oh (f*ck n*gga)
Where my B at? (A f*ck n*gga play)
Walk in, white chalk (All the chalk)
We don't play 'round (We don't play 'round sh*t)
A f*ck n*gga play, he gon' feel that— (f*ck n*gga, f*ck n*gga play)
Mm, mm, mm (A f*ck n*gga, f*ck n*gga play)
I'm havin' a— (A f*ck n*gga, f*ck n*gga—)
Mm, tape up (You know what it is)

[Chorus]
Out of town, somewhere, I'm lost, on the hills in a big-ass crib (In a big-ass crib)
I don't talk 'bout sh*t I bought (I bought), half these n*ggas don't know what it is (Don't know what it is)
b*tch, we really reap them, they not them (Not them)
See, I can write a whole diary about hits (Whole diary about hits)
I start up the SRT, somethin' serious (Somethin' serious), then I start pushin' this b*tch like a Urus (Then I start pushin' this b*tch like a Urus)
Out of town, somewhere, I'm lost (I'm lost), on the hills in a big-ass crib (On the hills in a big-ass crib)
I don't talk 'bout sh*t I bought (I bought), half these n*ggas don't know what it is (Half of these n*ggas don't know what it is)
b*tch, we really reap, them, they not them (Not them)
See, I can write a whole diary about hits (Huh)
I start up the SRT, somethin' serious (Somethin' serious), then I start pushin' this b*tch like a Urus (I start pushin' this b*tch like a Urus)

[Outro]
f*ck n*gga play, he get—
f*ck n*gga play, he get chopped
Talkin' 'bout sh*t we did
A f*ck n*gga play, then he get chopped
And I don't wanna talk 'bout sh*t we did