Real Chill de Swae Lee

Real Chill

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Real Chill

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 ni*** Slim Jxm
In this motherfuc*** 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 ni*** 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 ni***, f*** you heard
A young ni*** so superb
A cool Herc on the Earth
Swag, yeah
Frank Lucas with a grill
All these hoes wanna chill
Must have seen a ni*** 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 niggas 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
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"

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

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