Real Spill lyrics

[Intro]
(Rico's going crazy again)
Yeah, go
You know, it's like everythin' I do authentic
Everythin' I do real, been real
It's real spill, you know the drill (Ayy, uh)

[Verse 1]
I'm just grateful I'm alive (Right now)
Nights I could've died, I was outside with my guys (Gang)
Gotta get home to mine, so I be ridin' with that iron
And I told myself, "I don't wanna have views, that's fine," but I was lyin', I was lyin'
They say all rappers do is lie, I know my kind, I'm one of a kind
Me and mine was on front line, I f*cked the bag up two, three times
G Herbo, I f*cked the bag up, but I run up a bag
Stay on the go, I got jet lag
Seventeen, I was whippin' a Jag' and gettin' some swag
I still got swag, I'm havin' cash, I walk out thе mall, I'm rippin' the tags (Ayy)
I'm treatin' thesе b*tches just like my cars, I pull out fast, I fill 'em with gas (Skrrt)
We runnin' it up, we runnin' in Chargers
Hittin' the bank, we not on our last
Told bae I got a rubber grip on the Glock (Yeah, yeah), I got a grip on her ass
Hop in the V, is you slidin'? (Ayy)
Hop in with me, is you ridin' or not? (What up?)
Take no b*tch with too much lip 'cause I still work with pride a lot (A lot)
Stylist when I hide out (Hide out), coupe black, insides hot (Insides hot)
My life a movie, I ain't write it (For real)
I'm a star, I can't fight it (For real)
Hoes charmed, get excited (For real)
Touch a charm, leave you harmed (For real)
Stay alarmed, hold the forty with one arm (Baow)
My grandpops would tell me, "f*ck these f*ck n*ggas, stay on guard"
My grandma would tell me, "Don't worry 'bout nobody, play your part"
G Herbo
[Chorus]
And that's real spill (That's real spill)
And that's real spill (That's—)
And that's real spill (That's real spill)
And that's real spill (That's real spill, real sh*t)
And that's real spill (Uh)

[Verse 2]
Playin' with n*ggas for real, that's how n*ggas get killed
I was playin' with cap guns, goin' on drills on big wheels
Doin' one-twenty in a big wheel, should've just went and bought a Richard Mille (Ayy)
I got hoes doin' temp drills, now folks show you how a clip feel (Baow)
All these hoes high off pills, told that ho how she got chills (G Herbo)
And these hoes know I got millions, let that ho know how I feel (What up?)
Gotta grind, just been chillin', I be bored, spinnin' still (Still)
Put that pedal to the metal, uh, Lord, take the wheel (Skrrt)
I'm that n*gga to the world, made Forbes, XXL
I got mine, go get yours, hope them boys get appeals (Ayy)
I still feel like I'm that n*gga in that hoodie on the stairs
But the label callin', tryna give me twenty for the deal
And I might pull up if you book me, I ain't no rookie, but it's my year
My respect top tier, all my checks got cleared

[Chorus]
And that's real spill (That's real spill)
And that's real spill (That's—)
And that's real spill (That's real spill)
And that's real spill (That's real spill)
And that's real spill