[Intro: Joints Only]

Let's turn it up

What's good? This is just incredible (SV On The Track)

Representing joints only

You checkin' out the heat, man, the hottest shit in the streets

R3 Da Chilliman (Yeah, Benji)

Joints Only Volume 1, come on

[Chorus: R3 Da Chilliman]

Walked me down but didn't finish, is he really a killer?

Just a rich Crip with fat chains when I look in the mirror

Yellow tape him, white chalk, it's a murder scene

Say you a joint, but who is he? We never heard of him

Walked me down but didn't finish, is he really a killer?

Just a rich Crip with fat chains when I look in the mirror

Yеllow tape him, white chalk, it's a murder scеne

Say you a joint, but who is he? We never heard of him

[Verse 1: R3 Da Chilliman]

Niggas claimin' shit they ain't did, who raised these niggas?

That nigga thirty and he broke, who gon' pay that nigga?

We hoppin' out, send shots, now it's killers on the loose

My studio session sellin' pounds, but now she be in the booth

Filled his body up with slugs, possessed for the gang

I'm a young nigga from the block, spent forty on a chain

Berth pokin' off my waist, I can't hide my weapon

Audemar Rollie in the air like a prized possession

You let threes behind the wheel, then I'm drag racing

He run from me when I got Glock, then his back breaking

Rich nigga, all designer, and I'm totin' a smacker

You're a bum nigga with empty pockets, he's a non-factor

[Chorus: R3 Da Chilliman]

Walked me down but didn't finish, is he really a killer?

Just a rich Crip with fat chains when I look in the mirror

Yellow tape him, white chalk, it's a murder scene

Say you a joint, but who is he? We never heard of him

Walked me down but didn't finish, is he really a killer?

Just a rich Crip with fat chains when I look in the mirror

Yellow tape him, white chalk, it's a murder scene

Say you a joint, but who is he? We never heard of him

[Verse 2: R3 Da Chilliman]

If he a nigga where he from, then go get you a trophy

You don't wanna spin out the whip, then go find you a stollie

Ain't no duckin', dodgin' threesies, just pay what you owe me

My crodie outside totin' heat knowin' he's a parolie

Hit the hood and we gon' blow whoever outside

I just want white chalk with his whole body outlined

Blue rag in a big bag, that's my size

If you ain't packin' heat, then get the fuck out my ride

Dope popper, the crowbar gon' pop them locks

Don't chase a bitch 'cause I be busy chasin' them knots

You buck a fluff and got the nerve to find shit funny

Don't take advice from him 'cause he ain't never got no money

[Chorus: R3 Da Chilliman]

Walked me down but didn't finish, is he really a killer?

Just a rich Crip with fat chains when I look in the mirror

Yellow tape him, white chalk, it's a murder scene

Say you a joint, but who is he? We never heard of him

Walked me down but didn't finish, is he really a killer?

Just a rich Crip with fat chains when I look in the mirror

Yellow tape him, white chalk, it's a murder scene

Say you a joint, but who is he? We never heard of him