Hittin Gates R3 Da Chilliman (Ft. Stoneda5th)

[Intro]
(Run that back, West)

[Chorus: R3 Da Chilliman]
Grammys swingin' on my neck, but billy bop on me
I was gon' kick the door, but what's-his-name knocked for me
Can't politic with the thugs, he don't participate
Every shoe I ever scuffed came from hittin' gates
Grammys swingin' on my neck, but billy bop on me
I was gon' kick the door, but what's-his-name knocked for me
Can't politic with the thugs, he don't participate
Every shoe I ever scuffed came from hittin' gates

[Verse 1: R3 Da Chilliman]
I'm the Chilliman, I'm who the bitches came to see
Glock 23, he ain't get no fade from me
Gallery Dеpt. jeans with Amiri cross the tee
She think I'm from Snipеr Gang 'cause I got gold all on my teeth
He don't want smoke with the gang, you know it's choppers when it's issues
I been thinkin' 'bout ling ling all night, I miss you
Every shoe I scuffed came from runnin' from the cops
I'm R3 Da Great, she know this B stand for block
They like, "Them niggas got money," and they be blampin' all they foreigns
Bounce out on an opp, don't leave me open, I be scorin'
Pocket full of salmon, I got a dub in all fifties
They like, "Why you still sippin'? You must not care about your kidneys"
I'm crackin' in my section, so my opps know my name
He can't have my Grammy, I'ma smoke him 'bout this chain
I can't look up to that nigga 'cause ain't no dirt up on his cleats
A cool guy on social media, but he's not relevant in the streets