Fake Pop

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

[Chorus]
Yeah, I don't do no fake pop, I let that Drac' pop
Thick bitch, slim waist, built like a Coke bottle
Zero to one hundred on the dick, she got no throttle
Flapjack on every Glock, you don't want no problem
I don't like to talk to broke bitches, I'm too rich for it
Drugs had me fuckin' hella long when I was piss poor
I got rich, now niggas sayin' they'll kill for me
Spint my nigga house 'cause for some reason, he tried to steal from me

[Verse]
Get money, fuck hoes, that's what I do
Heard the word inside the wind, blow a nigga just like hachoo
Niggas die so much, I don't even diss, that shit is not news
She think her nigga gangster, but he faker than a cartoon
She ain't have no ass, when we fucked, it make sparks
Like a thick bitch, real munch, eat the dick 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 bitch out, she play hard
Block a ho number, when she text, she get straight barred
I told bro to break the bitch and shake the bitch, it ain't hard
Fucked 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 bitch, slim waist, built like a Coke bottle
Zero to one hundred on the dick, she got no throttle
Flapjack on every Glock, you don't want no problem
I don't like to talk to broke bitches, I'm too rich for it
Drugs had me fuckin' hella long when I was piss poor
I got rich, now niggas sayin' they'll kill for me
Spint my nigga house 'cause for some reason, he tried to steal from me