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They can’t wait until we turn this bitch upside downThey can’t wait until we turn this bitch upside down

My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-killShe shake it, it feel realThe paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chillAnd the shit stay chillMy homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-killShe shake it, it feel realThe paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chillAnd the shit stay chill

My homie the real dealThe big watch on, feel like Ben 10Hell yeah nigga Slim JxmIn this motherfucker with a big grip, bitchNigga get a gripI can’t get a grip, man this bitch a flipWalked in, throwin’ the cash like nerfsGirl you better put that ass to workCan a nigga hold the cam like KirkBig diamonds on my mouth when I burpBig rims when I skrt-skrtWoah, leave my prints in the dirt, yeahLeave them broke niggas hurt, uhI’m that nigga, fuck you heardA young nigga so superbA cool Herc on the EarthSwag, yeahFrank Lucas with a grillAll these hoes wanna chillMust have seen a nigga skillsPockets fat, Uncle PhilGirls on me like WillAll the ladies love jim, for real

My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-killShe shake it, it feel realThe paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chillAnd the shit stay chillMy homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-killShe shake it, it feel realThe paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chillAnd 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 cribShe be tellin’ me “baby boy don’t steal”I ain’t listen to her cause I still stealOne snap in, I put some racks in my grillNo weapons allowed, I brought my strap in here stillAll I smoke is loud yeah, it’s gon’ blast in your earMan I’m high as the cloud, I’m on a new atmosphereGotta hold my niggas down till they get back hereDon’t come over here ’cause you will get clapped here

My homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-killShe shake it, it feel realThe paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chillAnd the shit stay chillMy homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-killShe shake it, it feel realThe paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chillAnd the shit stay chill

Spittin’ game to that girl and her friendI got dressed, left the crib, set the trendIf you ask me, it all spendsI’m from the mud and my cup needs a cleanse (let’s cleanse)I can’t even cruise because I got a spoilerHit 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-killShe shake it, it feel realThe paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chillAnd the shit stay chillMy homies the real deal, we smokin’ that kill-killShe shake it, it feel realThe paper flowin’ still, now that bitch wanna chillAnd the shit stay chill