Chalk

[Hook: Merky ACE] Yeah I don't wanna hear them talk there Road that I step pon, you could never walk there Might get corn and your outline chalk there Yeah I don't wanna hear them talk there Road that I step pon, you could never walk there Might get corn and your outline chalk there [Verse 1: AJ Tracey] Man thought he could try rob my grub But he didn't know I had a butterfly tucked Butterflies in his belly, but he ain't in love He's wet, man, he's bleeding, he's leaking blood Me and Merk fly through your crib like house moth When I kick doors, new garms, I got pouch off Back to the trap, gotta drop nine ounce off Drop that, make a quick call, then I bounce off Yeah, I'm out for the red nose Chat bad when I've got the po and man get smoked If I've got the Ramsay out then man get poked Nuttin' like Sherlock when I'm in a trench coat Your wife's giving off peng blows I was on the opp block, smoke plus ten toes Don't tell man about you've got peng Os Cause it's no face, no case when the skeng blows [Hook: Merky ACE] Yeah I don't wanna hear them talk there Road that I step pon, you could never walk there Might get corn and your outline chalk there Yeah I don't wanna hear them talk there Road that I step pon, you could never walk there Might get corn and your outline chalk there [Verse 2: Merky ACE] A real ting, this, no microphone catfish Dem man talk the talk but they're acting Come like they're tying wire on the arm Biting a wire, lighting a spoon Finding a beige syringe in that smack ting I could never be with the mandem, that's slacking Anyone who see me, their weave is on action And I don't hide behind no one See me on the frontline, Shinobi, man ah call me Shogun Word to Jookie Mundo, now I'm a blow gun Hit you in your nose front Big paigon, you don't know me, erratic on the field Bang bang like Mick Foley when he was Cactus Jack T-shirt on my face, dressed in black Pass the grills cuh I'm burning that [Hook: Merky ACE] I don't wanna hear them talk there Road that I step pon, you could never walk there Might get corn and your outline chalk there I don't wanna hear them talk there Road that I step pon, you could never walk there Might get corn and your outline chalk there [Verse 3: AJ Tracey] You was indoors with a poom in your mout I was at Merk's with the Dragon Stout Try chat bad and get clapped in your mout It's a linkup ting from the West to the South I got a list of opps that man's onto If we're chatting wrecky, the TECCy will come bun you I just hit lick up and all of my yatties bun too Little blue brick phone, kick it like kung fu Flinging out Os like candy On Halloween like Billy and Mandy Bare girls hate man cause I'm too randy Sour-faced yats with the pussy all sandy Merk don't care if you're hench like Dandy Cause you'll get a bottle with a bottle of brandy I'm Eriksen and PK, that's Santi