zaybang – white chalk lyrics
[chorus]
ayy, i told baby, “i be to the neck,” i’m in this two+seat
real n+gga, yeah, i’m ’bout a check, yeah, i get blue cheese
we gotta get a bag, i swear to god, or you gon’ lose me
i bought guns for n+ggas who might never even use ’em
rearrange a f+ck n+gga face and we had two chops
slither up, make him get low, you hear that boom bap
h+lla guns, nah, this sh+t ain’t over, we got two stops
social thugs, every other day we got a new opp
[verse]
make a f+ck n+gga crash his whip when we on 580
catch up, ’cause i done threw more touchdowns than tom brady
two cups and i just sipped a four, b+tch, i am not lazy
how the f+ck you blowin’ up my phone and you did not pay me?
the last b+tch had to send me five, that’s a down payment
physical therapy for suckers, he at outpatient
told baby, “i come with a bag, that’s some foundation”
i heard you on that black+and+white, boy, you a dalmatian
and, ayy, and we don’t talk about it, that’s what the b+tch do
i told ’em, “load up, we finna skip through”
i swear to god, i had a pistol if i skipped school
this n+gga tryna post a ten like that’s big news
i heard you n+ggas f+ckin’ b+tches that got big shoes
she mad i ain’t throwin dollars, i got big blues
and n+gga, we don’t do no mentions, we’ll skip dude
like, they ain’t with it, but that’s family, we on them too
ayy, just hit a n+gga for some p’s at the pop+up
these b+tches f+ckin’ with them suckers, get a drop up
ayy, gang task on our d+ck, they can’t stop us
ayy, let me jump up out the whip, i could stomp up
b+tch, throw some sixes on my whip like a tonka
i got her chewin’ on this d+ck like some mambas
b+tch n+ggas know i keep juice, this ain’t jamba
clown me and my b+tch with the sh+t, casablanca
[chorus]
ayy, i told baby, “i be to the neck,” i’m in this two+seat
real n+gga, yeah, i’m ’bout a check, yeah, i get blue cheese
we gotta get a bag, i swear to god, or you gon’ lose me
i bought guns for n+ggas who might never even use ’em
rearrange a f+ck n+gga face and we had two chops
slither up, make him get low, you hear that boom bap
h+lla guns, nah, this sh+t ain’t over, we got two stops
social thugs, every other day we got a new opp
[outro]
we on them too
ayy, just hit a n+gga for some p’s at the pop+up
these b+tches f+ckin’ with them suckers, get a drop up
ayy, gang task on our d+ck, they can’t stop us
ayy, let me jump up out the whip, ’cause i could stomp up
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