Chevy Woods - RIP Hamilton lyrics
[Chevy Woods - RIP Hamilton lyrics]
Get rich, stop hating, get a bag nigga
That's on you if you broke
Why you mad nigga
I can't feel sorry for you pussy
You a sad nigga
I'ma keep laughing to the bank
All this cash nigga
(yeah)
Your bitch seen a Rollie almost fell out
Everything gone in one day, that's a sellout
Little baby don't be telling
Me bout nobody business
Gotta hustle on your own
All these pussy niggas snitching
Different where I grew up
DNA got him caught 'cause he threw up
Cut him off
Front the business like he knew us
You a hoe nigga
Red lights on them Glocks, we don't go nigga
Look we don't ever talk to twelve
That's the code nigga
You got pussy ass ways and it show nigga
They gon' go crazy when they
Hear this shit huh
I can make 'em lay you flat for
That chicken with the drums nigga
Seen it all, got me numb, heart cold nigga
I don't feel shit
All that internet talk you
Ain't gon' kill shit
Million-dollar dream, million-dollar team
Try to tell me it was short
I'm like nigga what you mean
Pour up the McQueen
She gon' turn into a freak
Little bad brown bitch should
Be in a magazine
Got my cousin round my neck in a pendant
He gon' stay with me
Right after I nut, you can leave
You can't stay with me
I'm the owner, I'm the one
You can't play with me
I know he told fuck that money
I can make with it
Chopsticks, no sushi for a fishy nigga
You mad that I ain't posting shit
I was busy nigga
You said you balling
What's your average tho
Nigga a chain snatcher, Earl Mantegoat (aye)
You a car thief, you a store runner
You be covering every bitch
You be boo loving
Say it with your chest pussy nigga
Go and do something
You a rat if you told
'em that you knew something
Another flight, another night
What's your dream bitch
Fuck the police nigga tell them
I ain't seen shit
Hundred racks, wash it up
That's a clean flip
Bad grades
She always tell me I should ease in
They talk about me when I leave
How I know you niggas jealous
Got the same twenty-four
How you screaming, you ain't let us
How do that work
Lose a bitch get another
How does that hurt
Make her dance to the pot
How that pack twerk
You go some nerve
Fuck you talking 'bout nigga
Yeah that's one word
I got the info from a bird
They don't fuck with me
Gotta show my cut to my
Face like a buck fifty
How the fuck these niggas think
I can't rap huh
After this you gon' know
This ain't that huh
I'ma make your bitch dance to it
Throw it back huh
How they say in the Bay, this a slap huh
I got love for my niggas
We could talk about it
Circle small, pussy yeah
You ain't allowed around it
Niggas gossip like bitches, see it everyday
I know the games
To be sold you gotta pay to play
(uh yeah)
New money so sweet
Haters sidewalk nigga that be
Always talking street
(pussy)
That's on you if you broke
Why you mad nigga
I can't feel sorry for you pussy
You a sad nigga
I'ma keep laughing to the bank
All this cash nigga
(yeah)
Your bitch seen a Rollie almost fell out
Everything gone in one day, that's a sellout
Little baby don't be telling
Me bout nobody business
Gotta hustle on your own
All these pussy niggas snitching
Different where I grew up
DNA got him caught 'cause he threw up
Cut him off
Front the business like he knew us
You a hoe nigga
Red lights on them Glocks, we don't go nigga
Look we don't ever talk to twelve
That's the code nigga
You got pussy ass ways and it show nigga
They gon' go crazy when they
Hear this shit huh
I can make 'em lay you flat for
That chicken with the drums nigga
Seen it all, got me numb, heart cold nigga
I don't feel shit
All that internet talk you
Ain't gon' kill shit
Million-dollar dream, million-dollar team
Try to tell me it was short
I'm like nigga what you mean
Pour up the McQueen
She gon' turn into a freak
Little bad brown bitch should
Be in a magazine
Got my cousin round my neck in a pendant
He gon' stay with me
Right after I nut, you can leave
You can't stay with me
I'm the owner, I'm the one
You can't play with me
I know he told fuck that money
I can make with it
Chopsticks, no sushi for a fishy nigga
You mad that I ain't posting shit
I was busy nigga
You said you balling
What's your average tho
Nigga a chain snatcher, Earl Mantegoat (aye)
You a car thief, you a store runner
You be covering every bitch
You be boo loving
Say it with your chest pussy nigga
Go and do something
You a rat if you told
'em that you knew something
Another flight, another night
What's your dream bitch
Fuck the police nigga tell them
I ain't seen shit
Hundred racks, wash it up
That's a clean flip
Bad grades
She always tell me I should ease in
They talk about me when I leave
How I know you niggas jealous
Got the same twenty-four
How you screaming, you ain't let us
How do that work
Lose a bitch get another
How does that hurt
Make her dance to the pot
How that pack twerk
You go some nerve
Fuck you talking 'bout nigga
Yeah that's one word
I got the info from a bird
They don't fuck with me
Gotta show my cut to my
Face like a buck fifty
How the fuck these niggas think
I can't rap huh
After this you gon' know
This ain't that huh
I'ma make your bitch dance to it
Throw it back huh
How they say in the Bay, this a slap huh
I got love for my niggas
We could talk about it
Circle small, pussy yeah
You ain't allowed around it
Niggas gossip like bitches, see it everyday
I know the games
To be sold you gotta pay to play
(uh yeah)
New money so sweet
Haters sidewalk nigga that be
Always talking street
(pussy)