Trace You In Chalk chords by Lil Cuete

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Verse 1
G 
Cm 
You ain't taking this shit from the trolls
Ab 
G 
Cause we  don't give a fuck
bitch what you want
Cm 
Cause this is Lil Quate from the wall
G 
Em 
G 
We gon' bange up gangsta beats
If they see you on the streets
We gon' lay your body down, bitch
You see I done my dirt,
F 
Cm 
I  put in work
G 
And when they tryna take my life
F 
I give a fuck who I hurt
G 
I'm always ready so, don't tempt me
I got a gang of bald -headed fools
F 
G 
already trying to get me
And I got a short fuse
F 
so don't push your luck
G 
I guarantee you'll lose
F 
and you'll end up getting stuck
G 
Is he alive? Will he make it?
F 
G 
Do you know if he's okay?
I'm happy to inform you
he won't live another day
Cm 
And I got the cash
G 
that worth too much to fuck with
You think that you're crazy
F 
G 
but really you ain't shit
I got a special weapon
loaded inside of this stash
F 
G 
And I hit direct hits whenever I blast
I gotta keep a low pro
even though people know
It's me everywhere I go
And stereo, it only takes one shot
I'm shootin' your body down
and then I'll trace you and
Cm 
F 
G 
Cm 
G 
shot
We'll lay your body down
F 
then we'll trace you and chalk
G 
Lace you with shots,
F 
G 
think I'm playin' bitch, watch
You're gettin' dropped by
that insane pre -bang
Quick to let the heat ring,
I'm known by my street name
Sell them from the I .E.,
but some days you'll find me
F 
G 
With my homies quick, they on the runway
In Norwalk,
I'm that sure shot warlock
Bringin' beef to your block,
I'm gangster, you're not
So you best be sure your doors locked
Em 
Those that sweat me,
G 
F 
G 
I'll hit directly with four shots
For sure, stop talkin',
F 
G 
we're droppin' hot shots
And not stoppin' till you're shakin',
F# 
G 
breakin' like you're pop blockin'
Push weight just in case you forgottin'
Vacate your space,
we'll take everything you've gotten
Your whole life's so nice
when I'm rockin'
Trace you out and chop
F# 
the bitch so  just stop it
G 
Cm 
G 
Em 
Stop it, cause we  don't give a fuck
G 
it's what you want
Cause this is little Forte from the bar
We gon' play them gangsta beats
If we see you on the streets
We gon' lay your body down,
Trace you out and chop
So if you're not down,
getting shot down
Bout to show them how the Glock sound
F 
G 
Every time we pop round
F 
We got that shit locked down
G 
From Marwock to I  .E
We got them too afraid to talk now
I spot clowns from a mile away
I smack them hoes all day
F 
if they get in my way
G 
G 
So do not portray something you're not
If your block's not cocked
F# 
G 
Do not walk through Norwalk Niggas
I don't sing, bitch, holotip extremes
Bit from a clip,
rip through your whole team
Microphone fiend,
G 
prone to be a chrome spitter
Don't rip her, nobody's known city
These two locos posted on the block
G 
Norwalk and Nightbreed,
tracing you in shock