Fake Tho
Don't answer to John, my name is Big Poppa
Swimming in pussy and I am a lobster
Don't hang with gang, I hang with them mobsters
I don't ride planes, I stay with them choppers
I shoot them pics, might have to crop ya
If you my bitch, might have to top ya
Then shawty switch, after I drop her
Shawty so wet, might need a mopper
I got that cheddar and I got them pesos
Ain't talking views when I say I got Dracos
Shawty ride me and I stay with a lasso
Stay with that kid cuz it do what I say so
Let it spray, chopper give facials
Glock hella big, it makes me go faith though
Shawty got ass and I know that it's fake though
Your gang hella big, bet it inflates though
John, Daks. On, Slatt
Got, racks. Y'all, wack
Daks, John. Stacks, gone
Rap, songs. That's, bomb
I got that green, I got that Yoda
Pussy so wet, I'ma need floaters
I can't have sex, without my Trojans
She sip my dick, like it's some soda
She eat my kids, like they some food
My niggas mean, my niggas rude
Pull up on him, pull up on you
Your niggas sick, mine got the flu
I just stay with money, hmm (Bling)
Niggas acting funny, hmm (Yah)
Conclusions, bitches bunnies, hmm (Gang)
To them dick is gummy, hmm (Mm)
Bitches say I'm lucky, hmm (Yah)
Slaying like I'm Buffy, hmm (What)
Shawty brain is dummy, hmm (Dummy)
Punch these niggas, buggy, hmm (Buggy)
John, Daks. On, Slatt
Got, racks. Y'all, wack
Daks, John. Stacks, gone
Rap, songs. That's, bomb
Don't call me Daks, call me at nine
Probably not gonna answer, it's fine
Yeah I'ma leave you clowns quiet like mimes
Wearing designer. North Carolina
Charlotte exactly is where I reside
You should retire, I am so fire
Hope that you swallow a pod full of tide
Me and your girl are like Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my ex were more like Queen and Slim
But that story is for a different time
All of you people are fake like the Sims
Know that I'm up from the am to pm
Why did your momma just slide in my dms
Maybe I should just take that as a sign
I mean it when I say I got a new BMW
And I'ma put it in drive
If-If-If I shoot you probably hit
My watch look like the Omnitrix
I'm in my prime: Gaddafi
Got influence like a lobbyist
I'm gon win, in the end like Ravi is
More girls than a Saudi prince
My gang, we stick together like a Siamese twin
John, Daks. On, Slatt
Got, racks. Y'all, wack
Daks, John. Stacks, gone
Rap, songs. That's, bomb
That's, bomb
John, Daks
Daks, John
Next, song
Swimming in pussy and I am a lobster
Don't hang with gang, I hang with them mobsters
I don't ride planes, I stay with them choppers
I shoot them pics, might have to crop ya
If you my bitch, might have to top ya
Then shawty switch, after I drop her
Shawty so wet, might need a mopper
I got that cheddar and I got them pesos
Ain't talking views when I say I got Dracos
Shawty ride me and I stay with a lasso
Stay with that kid cuz it do what I say so
Let it spray, chopper give facials
Glock hella big, it makes me go faith though
Shawty got ass and I know that it's fake though
Your gang hella big, bet it inflates though
John, Daks. On, Slatt
Got, racks. Y'all, wack
Daks, John. Stacks, gone
Rap, songs. That's, bomb
I got that green, I got that Yoda
Pussy so wet, I'ma need floaters
I can't have sex, without my Trojans
She sip my dick, like it's some soda
She eat my kids, like they some food
My niggas mean, my niggas rude
Pull up on him, pull up on you
Your niggas sick, mine got the flu
I just stay with money, hmm (Bling)
Niggas acting funny, hmm (Yah)
Conclusions, bitches bunnies, hmm (Gang)
To them dick is gummy, hmm (Mm)
Bitches say I'm lucky, hmm (Yah)
Slaying like I'm Buffy, hmm (What)
Shawty brain is dummy, hmm (Dummy)
Punch these niggas, buggy, hmm (Buggy)
John, Daks. On, Slatt
Got, racks. Y'all, wack
Daks, John. Stacks, gone
Rap, songs. That's, bomb
Don't call me Daks, call me at nine
Probably not gonna answer, it's fine
Yeah I'ma leave you clowns quiet like mimes
Wearing designer. North Carolina
Charlotte exactly is where I reside
You should retire, I am so fire
Hope that you swallow a pod full of tide
Me and your girl are like Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my ex were more like Queen and Slim
But that story is for a different time
All of you people are fake like the Sims
Know that I'm up from the am to pm
Why did your momma just slide in my dms
Maybe I should just take that as a sign
I mean it when I say I got a new BMW
And I'ma put it in drive
If-If-If I shoot you probably hit
My watch look like the Omnitrix
I'm in my prime: Gaddafi
Got influence like a lobbyist
I'm gon win, in the end like Ravi is
More girls than a Saudi prince
My gang, we stick together like a Siamese twin
John, Daks. On, Slatt
Got, racks. Y'all, wack
Daks, John. Stacks, gone
Rap, songs. That's, bomb
That's, bomb
John, Daks
Daks, John
Next, song
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Writer(s): Daks Mcclettie Ii
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