AJ Tracey - Chalk lyrics

[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 bu*terfly thug bu*terflies 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 9oz 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 pork Now I'm 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 [?] syringe in like 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 a call me Shogun Word to chiquimundo, now I'm a blow gun Hit you in your nose front Big pagan 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 Pa** the grills cuh I'm burning that [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 3: AJ Tracey] You was indoors with a poom in your mouth I was like Mercs 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 p**y all sandy Merc 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