[Chorus: Young Dolph]
I just pulled up in some shit that cost a quarter mill
Everyday a different city i forgot where i lived
Poppin pistols poppin bands got yo bitch poppin pills
Come here let me slap it i can tell you if its real
If that nigga always lyin for nothing he ain't real
If yo diamonds dont hit like this right here then they not real
I told you fuck you with a smile but im so foreal
You fuck with suckas so i can't fuck with you keepin it real



[Verse 1: Yung Bino]
Look i just keep it real
,45 you know its on my hip (look)
Knots up in my pockets lil nigga i give a fuck bout your feels (look)
I got a family to feed meal
Got cut that brick like kill bill
I got the juice you know they gone steal
Gotta put momma on a hill
Whip cost about a quarter
Yo bitch gunna put her in order
Money longer yours look shorter
And my diamonds lookin colder
Broker nigga workin at kroger
Main bitch is a donor
Double cup dont need no holder
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