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[Intro]
Dylvinci got the code
Cool on the beat boy
Yes, yes

[Chorus: BoofPaxkMooky]
You not forreal, we get it popping, just like a pill
My bitch she a option, she a scale
You be so mad, why you so ill?
We having checks nigga, yeah forreal
I got a pop, he off the pill
You niggas broke, can't be forreal
We going up, like a hill
I ain't gon lie, my pockets filled
I'm having green, like the bill
I got this lean, no I can't spill
Man be forreal, yeah, man be forreal
Man be forreal, yeah, man be forreal
You niggas not forreal

[Verse 1: BoofPaxkMooky]
You cannot hang
Dart on mе, man I don't gotta aim
Pansy nigga stay away
[?]
I'm only coming for savings
You ain't even talking no bands
I put this cash, nigga, in a [?]
I know this money, shawty said shе know me
Hop in the metro, now it's boomin'
Hop in the Mazi, now I'm shooting
She going dumb man, going stupid
It got you clueless, delusional
Pull the Glock out, you start moving
I get to shooting shit like a movie

[Chorus: BoofPaxkMooky]
You not forreal, we get it popping, just like a pill
My bitch she a option, she a scale
You be so mad, why you so ill?
We having checks nigga, yeah forreal
I got a pop, he off the pill
You niggas broke, can't be forreal
We going up, like a hill
I ain't gon lie, my pockets filled
I'm having green, like the bill
I got this lean, no I can't spill
Man be forreal, yeah, man be forreal
Man be forreal, yeah, man be forreal
You niggas not forreal

[Verse 2: 10kdunkin]
My pockets fat, I think yours on SlimFast
Hop in the coupe with your hoe, I'ma do the dash
I pop up quick just like you used [?]
Man we finessed you, my nigga that's too bad
Pockets filled with blue hunnids, they too sag
Her mouth was so good I almost bought her a new bag
She know I'm just playing, I can't do that
She keep shaking her ass like that I might [?]
Got old hoes calling my phone I might change my line
If it ain't broke don't fix, tell that hoe to stay in line
Imma run to this money, you already know I barely got time
Back to back foreign coupes, I be balling with no hoop
Me and Boof throwing alley-oops
Shoot some shit like we got nothing to lose
All these hoes coming in by the deuce

[Chorus: BoofPaxkMooky]
You not forreal, we get it popping, just like a pill
My bitch she a option, she a scale
You be so mad, why you so ill
We having checks nigga, yeah forreal
I got a pop, he off the pill
You niggas broke, can't be forreal
We going up, like a hill
I ain't gon lie, my pockets filled
I'm having green, like the bill
I got this lean, no I can't spill
Man be forreal, yeah, man be forreal
Man be forreal, yeah, man be forreal
(Cool on the beat boy)
You niggas not forreal
(Dylvinci got the code)