Lyrics RIP Hamilton - Chevy Woods

Caerus
Big Taylor Gang nigga (stay with Vegas on a wave)
(Keep up nigga)
Nah, for real

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
Lil' 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?" (The fuck 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 (let's get it)

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 (I was busy nigga)
You said you balling, what's your average though?
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 'em 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 do 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 on me
Pussy