You trust?They can't wait until we turn this bitch upside downThey can't wait until we turn this bitch upside downYo, my homie's the real dealWe smokin' that kill killShe shakyIt feel realThe paper flowin' stillNow that bitch wanna chillDamn, that * stay chillHuh?Go!Yo, my homie's the real dealWe smokin' that kill killShe shakyIt feel realThe paper flowin' stillNow that bitch wanna chillDamn, that * stay chillYeahMy homie the real dealThis big watch on feel like Ben 10Hell yeah, nigga slim JimIn this motherfucker with a big gripBitch, nigga get a gripI can't get a grip, make them bitches flipWalk in, throw the cash like NerfGirl, you better put that ass awayGirl, you better put that ass awayWorkCan a nigga hold the cam like Kirk?Big diamonds in my mouth when I burpBig rims when I skirtLeave my prints in the dirtLeave them broke niggas hurtI'm that nigga, * you hurtA young nigga so superbI'm cool, hurt, throw the urtYeahFrank Lucas with a grillAll these hoes wanna chillMust've seen a nigga's skillsPockets fat, Uncle PhilGirls, I be like WillAll the ladies love JimAy, ay, ayFor realFor realWe phenomenonWe smokin' at QQShe shakingIt feel realThe paper flowing stillNow the bitch want to chillDamn that * stay chillMy homies the real dealWe smokin' at QQShe shakingIt feel realThe paper flowing stillNow the bitch want to chillDamn * stay chillAm I grown?They tellin' me slow down, they gave me a chill pillBecause I was spin-bent, they know I would kill BillI walk around with big steel, I'm still on them pills stillI spit that real *, I call it real spillI need like 10 mil, I need to put my mama in a big cribShe be tellin' me, baby boy, don't stealI ain't listen to her, cause I still stealWent snappin' and put some rats in my grillNo weapons allowed, I brought my strap and heel stillAll I smoke is loud, yeah, it's gon' blast in your earMan, I'm hot as the cloud, I'm on a new atmosphereGotta hold my niggas down until they get back hereDon't come over here, cause you a kid, clap hereMy homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill chillShe shake it, it feel realThe paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chillDamn that * stay chillGo!My homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill chillShe shake it, it feel realThe paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chillDamn that * stay chillSpittin' game to that girl and her friendI got dressed, left the crib, set the trendIf you ask me, it all spinsI'm from the mud and my cup needs a cleanseI can't even cruise because I got a spoilerHit the store, buy the store, let's not loiterHit the club, need a drink, need a skankThe club promoter says, wait, leave you off of the chainMy homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill chillShe shake it, it feel realThe paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chillDamn that * stay chillGo!My homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill chillShe shake it, it feel realThe paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chillDamn that * stay chillGo!My homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill chillyou