Diizii – real spiill Lyrics

real spiill – Diizii Lyrics

BricksoundZ

Ah, ah

Just went on Insta, seen you postin’ ‘bout yo’ dead homie (Dead homie)

I’m a bakery, I got that fuckin’ bread on me (What?)

Niggas playin’? Then you get some fuckin’ lead on me (Pew-pew-pew)

I ain’t bluffin’, bitch, you know what I said, homie

Trippin’, you done what I did, what’s the difference? (Ah)

Why they out talkin’ like they always pimpin’?

Gettin’ slapped by yo’ bitch, let it happen? Boy, you simpin’

If they up on me, then I let ‘em meet the hit stick (Phew)

Yeah, they yappin’, shut the fuck up, stay sippin’

Said you outside? I’on’ even see yo’ hitmen

I ain’t kickin’ it, they on my toes, stay on my shoe

I just cracked shorty up, bitch, what it do?

I just told ‘em, "Get ‘em, bro," and he knocked down that foo’

In the stu’, get ‘em hot, turned a lame to some stew (Ah)

Water, how I’m drippin’, hundun in this bitch got him limpin’

Spread it out, lil’ bitch, then I’m in it

Real spill (Real spill), it ain’t lies what I’m sayin’, dawg (Real spill)

It always be the weird niggas tryna hate me, ah (Real spill)

Bitch, I’m stayin’ here, you could never really take me off (Real spill)

Why they cappin'? They be really tryna piss me off

Weirdo, you a lame ass, I can’t fuck with him (Fuck him)

Oh, you tried to leave the bitch, but you stuck with her? (What?)

Homie stay with the drums, thats a hund’ with him (Bah)

Stay off me, bitch, I’m really done with it

Stayin’ on time, I be stayin’ on my grind (On my grind)

What the fuck you mean? When the fuck was I kind? (When the fuck?)

Stay in yo’ lane, can you read between the lines?

Yo’ J last a night, but my blunt lastin’ nine

Read the signs, if they runnin’ around, they payin’ me a fine

Stayin’ with shorty ‘cause I know that she fine

Lil’ bitch, don’t you tell me ‘bout shit (Ah)

‘Cause I ain't giving no fucks (Ah, ah), one bit (Ah)

A la verga, bitch, tryna throw some head, huh? (Tryna throw some head?)

Told the other side, “Where you tryna head, huh?”

Breadwinner, and they know I’m tryna get some

Rudolph, knock his nose off ‘cause I know he soft

It’s a thirty in that gat, I’ma let it off

My presence is a gift, merry Christmas (Merry Christmas)

If you talkin’ on the ‘net, you made the hitlist (Made the hitlist)

Meet the G-Lokk Kid, can you kiss it? (Mwah)

Brodie said he locked in, is you kiddin’? (Is you kiddin’?)

If he say that shit again, I’ma hit him (Bah!)

You can't stand me? Ho, stay sittin’ (Stay sittin’)

You can’t say shit, knock off yo’ fitted (Knock it off)

I said, “I’ma knock that fitted cap” (Knock it off)

What you just got? Bitch, I been with that (Knock it off)

Beam on this bitch, I’ma really run with it

I just fucked the instrumental up, now I’m done with it (Bitch)