Fake Pop lyrics

[Intro]
Flat-back baby, but my b*tch got a big old butt (Stro, you a genius)

[Chorus]
Yeah, I don't do no fake pop, I let that Drac' pop
Thick b*tch, slim waist, built like a Coke bottle
Zero to one hundred on the di*k, she got no throttle
Flapjack on every Glock, you don't want no problem
I don't like to talk to broke b*tches, I'm too rich for it
Drugs had me f*ckin' hella long when I was p*ss poor
I got rich, now n*ggas sayin' they'll kill for me
Spint my n*gga house 'cause for some reason, he tried to steal from me

[Verse]
Get money, f*ck hoes, that's what I do
Heard the word inside the wind, blow a n*gga just like hachoo
n*ggas die so much, I don't evеn diss, that sh*t is not news
She think her n*gga gangstеr, but he faker than a cartoon
She ain't have no ass, when we f*cked, it make sparks
Like a thick b*tch, real munch, eat the di*k apart
Ask me where I met the ho, I couldn't even tell you where it started
Bumped the wood off the Drac', ever since, I love Carbon, gang
Balenci' runners, stomp a b*tch out, she play hard
Block a ho number, when she text, she get straight barred
I told bro to break the b*tch and shake the b*tch, it ain't hard
f*cked her good and bought her purse and now she can't start
[Chorus]
Yeah, I don't do no fake pop, I let that Drac' pop
Thick b*tch, slim waist, built like a Coke bottle
Zero to one hundred on the di*k, she got no throttle
Flapjack on every Glock, you don't want no problem
I don't like to talk to broke b*tches, I'm too rich for it
Drugs had me f*ckin' hella long when I was p*ss poor
I got rich, now n*ggas sayin' they'll kill for me
Spint my n*gga house 'cause for some reason, he tried to steal from me