Rae Sremmurd Real Chill

Real Chill

Rae Sremmurd


Featuring Kodak Black


Produced By 30 Roc & Mike WiLL Made It


Album Sremmlife 2


REAL CHILL LYRICS





[Intro: Swae Lee]
They can't wait until we turn this bitch upside down
They can't wait until we turn this bitch upside down


[Hook: 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
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

[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 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

[Hook: 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
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

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
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

[Hook: 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
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

[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"

[Hook: 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
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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