Stop Frontin’ lyrics

[Hook]
Never poked nothing, never popped nothing, n*gga stop fronting

[Verse 1: Remy Ma]
Oh God, tell me what's a b*tch to do?
When I done punched more n*ggas in the face than you
Talkin' all that gun talk and you ain't never popped nothin'
You ain't no 2Pac you ain't even a Pac cousin
Never shot nothin'
And you not buzzin'
You the type to start totin' sh*t cause you know the cops comin'
You say that you a gangsta, and you had the block runnin'
I say you a wanksta, and you need to stop frontin'
[?]
Your sh*t should have a parental advisory sticker on the package
That says "just rappin'"
You weak, and you wouldn't poke a hole in the page
Only [?] you gained, is when you said keep the change
How you tryna tell me to squeeze the [?]
When you [?]
Y'all n*ggas is twinkie fillin'
So soft, you smushy
[?] I smell, I smell pus*y

[Hook]
Never poked nothing, never popped nothing, n*gga stop fronting
[Verse 2]
These n*ggas are liars
I hate 'em with passion
They need to pull they panties down and go put a pad on
Mean mug em with they tats on
Tell the pretty boy n*gga he need to go put some mack on
These n*ggas frontin'
They ain't got no hard
They be deep in they emotions like [?]
How the f*ck you pushin' hard
You never felt pus*y raw
Comin' in rubbers
n*ggas skeetin' all over your balls
Walkin' round with your heart on your sleeve
If it wasn't for rap, you would starve on the streets
You ain't a man you, a maggot
Funny style havin'
Send away your dresses, borderline faggot
The game ain't fair, they runnin' these [?]
If you do your homework you see they foolin' they fans
f*ck n*gga I don't like ya
What is all the hype for
If I let you f*ck then we'd only be dykin'

[Hook]
Never poked nothing, never popped nothing, n*gga stop fronting
[Verse 3]