StanWill - Real Spill lyrics

Ayy, huh, huh, huh
Helluva made this beat, baby huh

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

Like, damn, you freaky-ass bitch
That good-ass head