Real Chill lyrics

[Intro: Swae Lee]
(Ear Drummers)
They can't wait until we turn this b*tch upside down
They can't wait until we turn this b*tch upside down
(30, you a fool for this one)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
My homies the real deal
We smokin' that kill-kill
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 kill-kill
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
Hell 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 ass 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 skills
Pockets fat, Uncle Phil
Girls on me like Will (Mike WiLL)
All the ladies love Jxm, for real
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
My homies the real deal
We smokin' that kill-kill
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 kill-kill
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 Kill 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
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
My homies the real deal
We smokin' that kill-kill
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 kill-kill
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 skank (I got it)
The club promoter said "Swae Lee you off of the chain"

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
My homies the real deal
We smokin' that kill-kill
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 kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin' still
Now that b*tch wanna chill
And the sh*t stay chill