Real Spill

Lyrics

[Intro] Ayy, huh, huh, huh Helluva made this beat, baby Huh [Verse] Got a MAG, four Nicky, and a Drac', feel like Young Money Turn a blicky to a fifty shot, that's the drum, dummy Lil' bitch a demon, told her, "Suck it till I cum, honey" I could flash fifty on the 'Gram if I come money I do not beat opps, that's what Helly do Slam dunking hoes, I can't show you what the jelly do You can't get the ups, I'm like fifty steps ahead of you I'll let it bloom and do yo baby ghetto, boy, I'm telling you Made the opp run with his stick, he a relay racer Zipped up in that fake shit, you a eBay Baper GTA stick give a dreadhead the CJ taper Surf with a little turf in it when I eat at Capеrs Thinking that he lit? Fuck around, knock his lights out Thinking I'm the shit? Nah, bitch, that's my life now Impatiеnt, fuck around, I want everything right now Treat a opp like Chinese food, take him right out Lil' bitch saying that I'm rude 'cause I talk slick No habla Inglés, only talk shit Spent a little something on my shoes, now I walk rich Thinking that he rich? Dawg shit ain't even dog shit Like, the nigga only got 5K All that motherfucking dick sucking? Boy, the opps gay Everything I did on this computer, I cannot say Play with dog shit, bitch, I'm up like the crime rate Ayy, lil' bitch said I ain't shit, why you fuck with me? But I'm the shit and my ShittyBoyz up with me Entrée exquisite, you can't even do lunch with me Living like I'm Rocky Balboa, you can't punch with me Put a bag on his head, he the ugly duck Came to the stu' from Jay Ale's, got my tummy stuffed If it's beef and he come with you, get yo buddy touched Pop dawg in his chicken nugget, if he running up Like, bro done turned his head to a four piece Bro done caught a fraud charge then he punched a court fee Shoes cost a racky rack, you would think I had four feet Lil' slut on dick like, "Bitch, you can't afford me" Whip the gummy worm out, bitch tried to chew me up I just want the neck, you cannot get yo doonies touched All that goddamn dick sucking, you a fruity fuck Brodie running 'round with the Drac' like he Tunechi, huh Chop with the testicles, bitch, I can't wrestle you Thinking he a ref? Have bro put the TEC on you Triple S's on, I'll fuck around and step on you Yo shit is not za, it do not got no decibels Call Dee to put a bitch on you, he the Freaky Man Have my shooter waiting in yo bushes, he a creepy man Lando did the buffs with no tint, he a geeky man Switch cards talking to the clerk, I'm the Sneaky Man Huh, I'm the GOAT, real spill When I touch the fifty ball, it don't even feel real Even though I'm up, I hit Walmart and still steal Sword on the chop, bitch, I'm really Kill Bill Unkie just beat a murder charge, he'll still kill Brodie punched a metal-ass Glock, boy, that's real steel Opps broke as hell, they at Wendy's getting meal deals Bitch head crazy, when I nut, I feel chills [Outro] Like, damn, you freaky-ass bitch, that good-ass head