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Hvndo - Chalk Down Lyrics



Hvndo - Chalk Down Lyrics




Like
Dead opps
1800 shit
MOB shit nigga
FDM shit
I gotta answer these lil niggas man
Niggas dropping disses and shit, like
Let's be for real, like

Niggas dissing the dead but don't got no kills
Said he did what?? Nigga do it for real
When we bend down that block, do em just like Jamile
When we bend down that block, do em just like Pat
They doin dat talking the f*ck is they at?
He ain't never come home wasn't making it back
When I hop out that car I forget that I rap
When I hop out that car I forget that I (MOBBBBB)
They be making up names, who the f*ck is a walk down
Like, little bro who you walk down
Go ask ya bros how many we chalked down
YC was dissing the dead, and he f*cked now
Like, better learn that lesson
Reach I teach like school in session
He got hit and survived know that shit was a blessing
He got hit and survived know that shit was a

I take my L's and my dubs
Same way, head up chest out
Know I'm really a goon, got a background
Nigga run up on me hear graaatt sound
Nigga run up on me he a gangsta
Nigga run up on me imma bang him
But I'm tripping, I'm tryna be famous
Gotta be smart but I gotta stay dangerous
Smoke a blunt to control my anger
Ion talk much, put my words on paper
Went to jail and that nigga had checked in
Came home and that nigga got checked out
Niggas gone get in tune we the best out
That's his bitch, I be blowing her back out
From the back, pull her wig, make it sweat out
See his car when I leave imma bail out
On bro
He got hit, kept that shit on the low
Free the MOB all my niggas on go
See this car, it's a stoley I stole
Really get bitches can't trip bout no hoe
And I really get money, could never go broke
Boy I'm really outside if you know then you know
I got brothers out here tryna beef bout a hoe
Niggas know that imma throw, hope you think that I won't

Niggas dissing the dead but don't got no kills
Said he did what?? Nigga do it for real
When we bend down that block, do em just like Jamile
When we bend down that block, do em just like Pat
They doin dat talking the f*ck is they at?
He ain't never come home wasn't making it back
When I hop out that car I forget that I rap
When I hop out that car I forget that I
They be making up names, who the f*ck is a walk down
Like, little bro who you walk down
Go ask ya bros how many we chalked down
YC was dissing the dead, and he f*cked now
Like, better learn that lesson
Reach I teach like school in session
He got hit and survived know that shit was a blessing
He got hit and survived know that shit was a

And after this, nigga, I ain't having bros jump out whopping nobody ass. Shout out Mobtana yuheard. On bro, he was jumping out on some other shit nigga. Dead opps
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Like
Dead opps
1800 shit
MOB shit nigga
FDM shit
I gotta answer these lil niggas man
Niggas dropping disses and shit, like
Let's be for real, like

Niggas dissing the dead but don't got no kills
Said he did what?? Nigga do it for real
When we bend down that block, do em just like Jamile
When we bend down that block, do em just like Pat
They doin dat talking the f*ck is they at?
He ain't never come home wasn't making it back
When I hop out that car I forget that I rap
When I hop out that car I forget that I (MOBBBBB)
They be making up names, who the f*ck is a walk down
Like, little bro who you walk down
Go ask ya bros how many we chalked down
YC was dissing the dead, and he f*cked now
Like, better learn that lesson
Reach I teach like school in session
He got hit and survived know that shit was a blessing
He got hit and survived know that shit was a

I take my L's and my dubs
Same way, head up chest out
Know I'm really a goon, got a background
Nigga run up on me hear graaatt sound
Nigga run up on me he a gangsta
Nigga run up on me imma bang him
But I'm tripping, I'm tryna be famous
Gotta be smart but I gotta stay dangerous
Smoke a blunt to control my anger
Ion talk much, put my words on paper
Went to jail and that nigga had checked in
Came home and that nigga got checked out
Niggas gone get in tune we the best out
That's his bitch, I be blowing her back out
From the back, pull her wig, make it sweat out
See his car when I leave imma bail out
On bro
He got hit, kept that shit on the low
Free the MOB all my niggas on go
See this car, it's a stoley I stole
Really get bitches can't trip bout no hoe
And I really get money, could never go broke
Boy I'm really outside if you know then you know
I got brothers out here tryna beef bout a hoe
Niggas know that imma throw, hope you think that I won't

Niggas dissing the dead but don't got no kills
Said he did what?? Nigga do it for real
When we bend down that block, do em just like Jamile
When we bend down that block, do em just like Pat
They doin dat talking the f*ck is they at?
He ain't never come home wasn't making it back
When I hop out that car I forget that I rap
When I hop out that car I forget that I
They be making up names, who the f*ck is a walk down
Like, little bro who you walk down
Go ask ya bros how many we chalked down
YC was dissing the dead, and he f*cked now
Like, better learn that lesson
Reach I teach like school in session
He got hit and survived know that shit was a blessing
He got hit and survived know that shit was a

And after this, nigga, I ain't having bros jump out whopping nobody ass. Shout out Mobtana yuheard. On bro, he was jumping out on some other shit nigga. Dead opps
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Writer: Jamir Bangs
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Length: 2:18
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