Real Spill

[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