R3 Da Chilliman - Rich Rapper [Official Video]

Shot by ‪@RonnieLewisProductions‬ The official video for R3 Da Chilliman's "Rich Rapper" - Out Now! Subscribe: https://r3dachilliman.ffm.to/subscribe Follow R3 Da Chilliman:   / da.chilliman     / bagmanr3   Https//www.Instagram.com/CaliBaset #R3DaChilliman #StretchGang #officialvideo LYRICS [Hook] 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 fuck robbing, ain’t shit to jack from them Hoodie up bounce out and then crack on them They broke as fuck 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 [Verse 1] 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 like in this bitch we finna go up Think with his dick send a bitch to get a low up If you want to live 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 [Hook] 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 fuck robbing, ain’t shit to jack from them Hoodie up bounce out and then crack on them They broke as fuck 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 [Verse 2] 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 bitch now me I be uppin’ on ‘em n****s like “Meet my 40” Everybody in the car got a pint this a Wokhardt coupe My fans know my music the opps know it too Hook 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 fuck robbing, ain’t shit to jack from them Hoodie up bounce out and then crack on them They broke as fuck 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