Real Chill (feat. Kodak Black)

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

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

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

My homie the real deal

The big watch on, feel like Ben 10

Hell yeah **** Slim Jxm

In this motherfucker with a big grip, bitch

**** 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 **** 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 **** hurt, uh

I'm that ****, fuck you heard

A young **** so superb

A cool Herc on the Earth

Swag, yeah

Frank Lucas with a grill

All these hoes wanna chill

Must have seen a **** skills

Pockets fat, Uncle Phil

Girls on me like Will

All the ladies love Jxm, for real

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

They tellin' me slow down (Slow down)

They gave me a chill pill (Chill out)

Because I was Spend Ben (Spend Ben)

They know I would Kill Bill (Hit him)

I walk round Ben still (Ben 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, 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 the cloud, I'm on a new atmosphere

Gotta hold my **** down till they get back here

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

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

Spittin' game to that girl and her friend (Her friend)

I got dressed, left the crib, set the trend (A trend)

If you ask me, it all spends (I spend it)

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" (Let go)

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