[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 fucked the bag up two, three times
G Herbo, I fucked 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 bitches 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 bitch 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, "Fuck these fuck niggas, 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 shit)
And that's real spill (Uh)

[Verse 2]
Playin' with niggas for real, that's how niggas 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 nigga 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 nigga 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