Lyrics R3 Da Chilliman – Rich Rapper

Rich Rapper Lyrics – R3 Da Chilliman

Singer: R3 Da Chilliman
Title: Rich Rapper

They can’t do what we do ‘cause they don’t have money
Your homie caught them face shots so wasn’t that funny
Kill them n****s f#ck robbing, ain’t sh#t to jack from them
Hoodie up bounce out and then crack on them

They broke as f#ck none of them n****s ever seen a roll
Rich Rapper iced up and I still keep pole
Neck worth a fortune you gon’ die if you try to touch it
The Glock I got don’t jam I’ll crack in public

This a pistol in my pants you feel pressured up
You want survive try and slide come test your luck
Shoot a n***a in traffic catch road rage
Fresh skit we don’t care nothin’ ‘bout them old days

I’m a thug, way too drippy when I show up
If there’s a n***a I don’t likе in this b#tch we finna go up
Think with his dick send a b#tch to get a low up
If you want to livе how I live get your dough up

I’m on that time I don’t think they want static
Up the smacker do ‘em greezy in traffic
Send a shot ‘cause that’s the only way they gon’ learn
They ain’t sliding I’m really trynna get it confirmed

They smoking mid they can’t even afford no cookie
Inside out I’m doing skits in Milano hoodies
Ain’t no semi-automatic the chops are fully
Fat cubans, fat blower, you’ll never book me

They can’t do what we do ‘cause they don’t have money
Your homie caught them face shots so wasn’t that funny
Kill them n****s f#ck robbing, ain’t sh#t to jack from them
Hoodie up bounce out and then crack on them

They broke as f#ck none of them n****s ever seen a roll
Rich Rapper iced up and I still keep pole
Neck worth a fortune you gon’ die if you try to touch it
The Glock I got don’t jam I’ll crack in public

Jewelry icy I’m walking around with a house on me
They never seen 10 thousand
We be in and out of whips them n****s be walking
We found stoves in houses

We getting money and they not n***a that’s the difference
They know I’mma shoot so when they see me they keep they distance
Not a question nobody minding you know I’m tripping
Pull up my sleeves time to let the Rollie shine and glisten

They pockets empty and it’s a guarantee they b#tch now me
I be uppin’ on ‘em n****s like “Meet my 40”
Everybody in the car got a pint this a Wockhardt coupe
My fans know my music the opps know it too

They can’t do what we do ‘cause they don’t have money
Your homie caught them face shots so wasn’t that funny
Kill them n****s f#ck robbing, ain’t sh#t to jack from them
Hoodie up bounce out and then crack on them

They broke as f#ck none of them n****s ever seen a roll
Rich Rapper iced up and I still keep pole
Neck worth a fortune you gon’ die if you try to touch it
The Glock I got don’t jam I’ll crack in public
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