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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 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
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 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

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

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