Randy Lanphear - Real Chill lyrics

[Intro: Swae Lee] They can't wait until we turn this b**h upside down They can't wait until we turn this b**h upside down [Hook: Swae Lee] My homies the real deal, we smokin' that k**-k** She shake it, it feel real The paper flowin' still, now that b**h wanna chill Damn, this sh** stay chill My homies the real deal, we smokin' that k**-k** She shake it, it feel real The paper flowin' still, now that b**h wanna chill Damn, this sh** stay chill [Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi] My homie the real deal The big watch on, feel like Ben 10 Hell yeah n***a Slim Jxm In this motherf**er with a big grip, b**h n***a 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 a** to work Can a n***a 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 n***as hurt, uh I'm that n***a, f** you heard A young n***a so superb A cool Herc on the Earth Swag, yeah Frank Lucas with a grill All these hoes wanna chill Musta seen a n***a sk**s 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 k**-k** She shake it, it feel real The paper flowin' still, now that b**h wanna chill Damn, this sh** stay chill My homies the real deal, we smokin' that k**-k** She shake it, it feel real The paper flowin' still, now that b**h wanna chill Damn, this sh** 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 k** Bill (hit him) I walk round with big steel (big steel) I'm still on them pills still (jigga-jigga) I spit that real sh** (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 n***as 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 k**-k** She shake it, it feel real The paper flowin' still, now that b**h wanna chill Damn, this sh** stay chill My homies the real deal, we smokin' that k**-k** She shake it, it feel real The paper flowin' still, now that b**h wanna chill Damn, this sh** 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 k**-k** She shake it, it feel real The paper flowin' still, now that b**h wanna chill Damn, this sh** stay chill My homies the real deal, we smokin' that k**-k** She shake it, it feel real The paper flowin' still, now that b**h wanna chill Damn, this sh** stay chill