R3 Da Chilliman
Locksmith
[Hook]
Real robberies, I done did that
Pulling skits, where was you at?
Broke shit, we don’t do that
We don’t sell, we buy new straps
Torch n****s like lighters
I’m adding fuel to the fire
My homie in a cell with a shank like he Michael Myers
Clear, I’m what n****s envy
Grown, but his pockets empty
Just left two bad hoes reading messages about how they miss me
If you know like they know then you know that I pop shit
I be breaking into homes, I’m threezy the locksmith
[Verse]
Know I’m young and turnt, I be rocking a bust Rolliе
You ain’t ever shot shit, I’m respеcted, a known trophy
I’m everything they not, I’m who these n****s pretend to be
I be gassed up when they see me, I’m keeping my energy
Rock-a-bye baby, this perc got me nodding
If you ask why he don’t like me, he gon’ tell you I robbed him
I mixed the Lanvin shirt with the Hellstar sweats
Bitches see Mr. Chilli, get to holding they breath
Left my last bitch, she no longer meet my standards
Sipping Wock with my pinky out, showing maestro my manners
I don’t want no X, bitch, I’m a real perc popper
I know I’m famous but this chopper the showstopper
With these Versace glasses on I can’t see no poor bitch
Heard a n**** broke, if he want money, take a risk
Money counter, I’m counting this shit by hand
Move the whole load, I ain’t selling by grams
[Hook]
Real robberies, I done did that
Pulling skits, where was you at?
Broke shit, we don’t do that
We don’t sell, we buy new straps
Torch n****s like lighters
I’m adding fuel to the fire
My homie in a cell with a shank like he Michael Myers
Clear, I’m what n****s envy
Grown, but his pockets empty
Just left two bad hoes reading messages about how they miss me
If you know like they know then you know that I pop shit
I be breaking into homes, I’m threezy the locksmith