Real Chill

[Swae Lee]

They can't wait until we turn this bitch upside down

They can't wait until we turn this bitch upside down

[Swae Lee]

My homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill-kill

She shake it, it feel real

The paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chill

And the shit stay chill

My homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill-kill

She shake it, it feel real

The paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chill

And the shit stay chill

[Slim Jxmmi]

My homie the real deal

The big watch on, feel like Ben 10

Hell yeah nigga Slim Jxm

In this motherfucker with a big grip, bitch

Nigga get a grip

I can't get a grip, man this bitch a flip

Walked in, throwin' the cash like nerfs

Girl you better put that ass to work

Can a nigga hold the cam like Kirk

Big diamonds on my mouth when I burp

Big rims when I skrt-skrt

Woah, leave my prints in the dirt, yeah

Leave them broke niggas hurt, uh

I'm that nigga, fuck you heard

A young nigga so superb

A cool Herc on the Earth

Swag, yeah

Frank Lucas with a grill

All these hoes wanna chill

Must have seen a nigga skills

Pockets fat, Uncle Phil

Girls on me like Will

All the ladies love Jxm, for real

[Swae Lee]

My homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill-kill

She shake it, it feel real

The paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chill

And the shit stay chill

My homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill-kill

She shake it, it feel real

The paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chill

And the shit stay chill

[Kodak Black]

They tellin' me slow down (slow down)

They gave me a chill pill (chill out)

Because I was Spending (Spending)

They know I would Kill Bill (hit him)

I walk round with big still (big still)

I'm still on them pills still (jigga-jigga)

I spit that real shit (real)

I call it real spill (real spill)

I need like 10 mil

I need to put my momma in a big crib

She be tellin' me: Baby boy, don't steal

I ain't listen to her 'cause I still steal

One snap in, and I put some racks in my grill

No weapons allowed, I brought my strap in here still

All I smoke is loud yeah, it's gon' blast in your ear

Man, I'm high as a kite, I'm on a new atmosphere

Gotta hold my niggas down 'till they get back here

Don't come over here 'cause you will get clapped here

[Swae Lee]

My homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill-kill

She shake it, it feel real

The paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chill

And the shit stay chill

My homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill-kill

She shake it, it feel real

The paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chill

And the shit stay chill

[erse 3: Swae Lee]

Spittin' game to that girl and her friend

I got dressed, left the crib, set the trend

If you ask me, it all spends

I'm from the mud and my cup needs a cleanse (let's cleanse)

I can't even cruise because I got a spoiler

Hit the store, buy the store, let's not loiter (loiter)

Hit the club, need a drink, need a skank (I got it)

The club promoter said "Swae Lee you off of the chain"

[Swae Lee]

My homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill-kill

She shake it, it feel real

The paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chill

And the shit stay chill

My homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill-kill

She shake it, it feel real

The paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chill

And the shit stay chill