rae sremmurd - real chill lyrics
[intro: swae lee]
they can’t wait until we turn this b-tch upside down
they can’t wait until we turn this b-tch upside down
[hook: swae lee]
my homies the real deal
we smokin’ that k!ll-k!ll
she shake it, it feel real
the paper flowin’ still
now that b-tch wanna chill
and the sh-t stay chill
my homies the real deal
we smokin’ that k!ll-k!ll
she shake it, it feel real
the paper flowin’ still
now that b-tch wanna chill
and the sh-t stay chill
[verse 1: slim jxmmi]
my homie the real deal
the big watch on, feel like ben 10
h-ll yeah n-gga slim jxm
in this motherf-cker with a big grip, b-tch
n-gga get a grip
i can’t get a grip, man this b-tch a flip
walked in, throwin’ the cash like nerfs
girl you better put that -ss to work
can a n-gga 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 n-ggas hurt, uh
i’m that n-gga, f-ck you heard
a young n-gga so superb
a cool herc on the earth
swag, yeah
frank lucas with a grill
all these hoes wanna chill
must have seen a n-gga sk!lls
pockets fat, uncle phil
girls on me like will
all the ladies love jxm, for real
[hook: swae lee]
my homies the real deal
we smokin’ that k!ll-k!ll
she shake it, it feel real
the paper flowin’ still
now that b-tch wanna chill
and the sh-t stay chill
my homies the real deal
we smokin’ that k!ll-k!ll
she shake it, it feel real
the paper flowin’ still
now that b-tch wanna chill
and the sh-t stay chill
[verse 2: kodak black]
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 k!ll bill (hit him)
i walk round ben still (ben still)
i’m still on them pills still (jigga-jigga)
i spit that real sh-t (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 n-ggas down till they get back here
don’t come over here ’cause you will get clapped here
[hook: swae lee]
my homies the real deal
we smokin’ that k!ll-k!ll
she shake it, it feel real
the paper flowin’ still
now that b-tch wanna chill
and the sh-t stay chill
my homies the real deal
we smokin’ that k!ll-k!ll
she shake it, it feel real
the paper flowin’ still
now that b-tch wanna chill
and the sh-t stay chill
[verse 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 sk-nk (i got it)
the club promoter said “swae lee you off of the chain”
[hook: swae lee]
my homies the real deal
we smokin’ that k!ll-k!ll
she shake it, it feel real
the paper flowin’ still
now that b-tch wanna chill
and the sh-t stay chill
my homies the real deal
we smokin’ that k!ll-k!ll
she shake it, it feel real
the paper flowin’ still
now that b-tch wanna chill
and the sh-t stay chill
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