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 chip She shaky, ooh, it feel real The paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chill Damn, that *** is straight chill My homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill chip She shaky, ooh, it feel real The paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chill Damn, that *** is straight chill My homie the real deal, that big watch, I don't feel like Ben 10 Hell yeah, nigga, Slim Jim in this mother***er with a big grip Nigga get a grip, I can't get a grip, make them bitches flip Walk in, throw the cash like Nerf Girl, you better put that ass to work Can a nigga hold the cam like Kirk Big diamonds in my mouth when I burp Big rims when I skrt, skrt Leave my prints in the dirt Leave them broke niggas hurt I'm that nigga, *** you heard A young nigga so superb I'm Kool Herc on the earth Yeah, Frank Lucas with a grill All these hoes wanna chill Must've seen a nigga's skills Pockets fat, Uncle Phil All the ladies love Jim For real My homie the real deal We smokin' that kill chill She shaky, ooh, it feel real The paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chill Damn, that *** is straight chill My homie the real deal We smokin' that kill chill She shaky, ooh, it feel real The paper flowin' still Now that bitch wanna chill Damn, that *** is straight chill They tellin' me slow down They gave me a chill pill Because I was spin-bend They know I would kill Bill I walk around with Benz still I'm still on them pills still I spit that real *** I call it real spill I need like 10 mil I need to put my mama in a big crib She be tellin' me, baby boy, don't steal I ain't listen to her cause I still steal Went snappin' and put some racks in my grill No weapons allowed, I brought my scrap in here still All I smoke is loud, yeah, it's gon' blast in your ear Man, I'm hot as the cloud, I'm on a new atmosphere Gotta hold my niggas down until they get back here Don't come over here cause you a kid, clap here My homie the real deal We smokin' that kill chill She shaky, ooh, it feel real The paper flowin' still Now that bitch wanna chill My homie the real deal We smokin' that kill chill She shaky, ooh, it feel real The paper flowin' still Now that bitch wanna chill Spittin' games to that girl and her friend I got dressed, left the crib, set the trend If you ask me, it all spins I'm from the mud and my cup needs a cleanse I can't even cruise because I got a spoiler Hit the store, buy the store, let's not loiter Hit the club, need a drink, need a skank The club promoter says, wait, leave you off of the chain My homie the real deal We smokin' that kill chill She shaky, ooh, it feel real The paper flowin' still Now that bitch wanna chill My homie the real deal We smokin' that kill chill She shaky, ooh, it feel real The paper flowin' still Now that bitch wanna chill Now that bitch wanna chill