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....(…Rich The Kid…) Look at my diamonds, they real deal In a maybach smokin’ on kill kill. At ya partner’s head now, no advil. Catch ya bitch, she gon ride like a ferris wheel. Sippin’ lean, out of pint, pop a new seal. If a rollie tick tock then it ain’t real. Need the racks on time or it’s no deal. Tomorrow we made it like mike will.
Money comin’ in my wrist feelin’ chill. Ain’t sign no deal need 10 mil. Bitch bad but she can’t pay her phone bill. Come close, lemme see how the head feel, She gon turn up on the molly. I got more bitches then follies. Boast; all of my pockets are sloppy. I’m fuckin’ your bitch in a Maserati....(…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....
