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 Damn, this 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 Damn, this shit stay chill 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 made them benji's flip Walked in, throwin' the cash like nerfs Girl you better put that ass to work Can a nigga hold the cam like Kurt 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 sold some bird A cool Herc on the Earth Swag, yeah Frank Lucas with a grill All these hoes wanna chill Musta seen a nigga skills Pockets fat, Uncle Phil Girls on me like Will All the ladies love Jxm Ay-ay-ay, 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 Damn, this 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 Damn, this shit stay chill They tellin' me slow down (slow down) They gave me a chill pill (chill out) Because I was spendin' (spendin') They know I would Kill Bill (hit him) I walk round with big steel (big steel) 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 Went snap in and 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 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 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 Damn, this 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 Damn, this 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 Damn, this 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 Damn, this shit stay chill