Real Chill

[Intro: Swae Lee]

(Ear Drummers)

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

They can't wait until we turn this bitch 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 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

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]

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, man this bitch a flip

Walked in, throwin' the cash like nerfs

Girl you better put that ass to work

Can a nigga 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 nigga, fuck you heard

A young nigga so superb

A cool Herc on the Earth

Swag, yeah

Frank Lucas with a grill

All these hoes wanna chill

Must have seen a nigga 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 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

[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 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

[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 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

[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 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