Chalk Lines

Stuck in a rut
And I know you will not change shit
He stuck in his house
You ain’t even got a anklet

Runnin’ up that mouth
When he see me he won’t say shit
Fucking with me wrong
My lil blicky give you a face lift

I love drawing chalk around the bodies on the pavement
I love drawing chalk around the bodies on the pavement

They love when I talk
Of course I got more to say then
I ain’t doing shit
Unless it’s for me and my gang bitch
He gon’ end up in the dirt
Late up on my payment

Bread hit on the first
Then on the third wе gonna raid him
Yes I’m on the lurk
Not on the pеrc
I’ma chase him

Yes I’m acting good
I go stupid when the case ends
Hollows hit his body tell his friends
They not safe kid
Walt don’t do no molly you got junkies in the basement

You think you just like us but no bitch you outta placement
He want some come find us I’m the one they keep on chasing
He want some come find us I’m the one they keep on chasing

Red light
Stop sign
Bitch yeah it’s mob time

Green dot
Glock 5
He ain’t see the sunshine

Reload one time
He ain’t calling one time

Mans down
Shots fye
Clip ‘em in the sunlight

Beams on
Run tight
Done playing
Nice guy

Hands up
Knife fight
Don’t come round
Tongue tied

Relay the Glock 5
Glock cook ‘em
Stir fry

Walk ‘round
Big gun
Shoot it at your
Grandson

10 band ransom
Tag team tandem
Runnin’ from these commas

Cause I done
Fucked these bands up

Checks cut
Dumb fuck
Dump ‘em in a dump truck