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letra de chalked out. - prod. garcia

[intro]
y’all not even gon change it?
y’all not even gon change it, bro, you feel me?
boaw
y’all not even gon change it?, thats crazy, bro

[chorus]
came from the bottom, yeah we had to chalk it out
tote some things out, we gon knock your head off, i swear to god
we ride with them sticks, we ride with them poles
we was on the block, we was selling dope
how you claim you family, you is not my family
don’t talk to me, you is not my family
y’all must’ve hate, y’all must’ve really hate
(y’all must hate yourselves, if you really hate)

[verse 1]
i can’t stand the hate, getting all the bands
i was in elementary getting all the hate, now i’m in middle school getting all the bands
(i might do my little dance, and hop, hold on, hold on, wait, yeah)
yeah i’m back shorty, i hit your back shorty
got a benz truck, put it in the grind shorty
we was racing, and chasing blocks
how you finna talk, you ain’t got no glock
i might just flex, flex on this beat
i got a c, diamonds on t–th
all of my diamonds they white, just like the t–th
look at my t-shirt, i got the rebirth
80,000 in your face (80,000 in your face), can’t talk, can’t talk, won’t stop
the grind never stops, i gotta bop, sendin em shots (sendin em shots)
[chorus]
came from the bottom, yeah we had to chalk it out
tote some things out, we gon knock your head off, i swear to god
we ride with them sticks, we ride with them poles
we was on the block, we was selling dope
how you claim you family, you is not my family
don’t talk to me, you is not my family
y’all must’ve hate, y’all must’ve really hate
(y’all must hate yourselves, if you really hate)

[verse 2]
they always wanna chalk, i always wanna talk, how bout i run through your block
danny talking about the locks, we gon unlock you, you locked
i fell asleep at your show, i wasn’t even on that wock
you always socked, you always walk, i always gotta talk
they like “why you always gotta talk?”
we in atlanta and when we in boston we still ball like hawks
you gon get cut, if you don’t stop talking, you gon get chopped
like lil tjay, it’s easily a headshot, no black ops
people steady switching and closing like laptops
we ball like red sox, and i don’t even got red sox
we tesla, we make big stocks
people got tank tops, mess with my gang you get blacked out
and i guess i made it now, thanks mom

[outro]
-gun shots-, -screaming-

- prod garcia

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