"Fake Don" lyrics

(Pull a StupidDog beat up, I'll murk that)
Yop, yop, you hear me?
What up, StupidDog?
Save that
Yeah
Mm-hmm, mm, mm, mm, pass me that (Yop)
Ooh, this must be the fake Don
(StupidDog, I ain't gon' lie, this bitch hard)
Ooh

Huh, this must be the fake Don (This ain't it)
Pull that pussy out, baby, I don't waste time (Pull it out)
You ever seen a quarter ticket? I seen it eight times (Huh?)
You finance your shit, bro, I pay mine (Ha)
I been fightin' cases, that shit made me put the blade down (Brrt)
Don't get crazy, I told baby I put pain down (Don't do that)
And I'll give you couple dollars since you stayed down
When my first show come, I think I'm finna surf the crowd (Come on)
Smoke a nigga with some big shit, look like he birthed a child (Bah)
It's blood all over the floor, somebody grab a towel (Clean it up)
I snuck a gun in event, they say I'm not allowed (Fuck 'em)
But I can go right now, they might just pat me down (Bitch)
But I ain't goin' back to that motherfucker anyway (I ain't)
Car a lil' drunk, the side this bitch say Hennessy (It's drunk)
You fuckin' with the other side, then we enemies
Just because I'm turnt, I ain't forget that how you been to me (I ain't forget)
Huh, I don't like that bitch, she too friendly (I don't)
These hoes the only thing you rappers got the same as me
Because they all goin' (They is)
"Fxce, how you know that was gon' happen?" 'Cause I'm all knowin' (I'm hip)
Bro, you gotta know this (Gotta)
Skinny nigga, I rock the thirty, you might see it pokin' (Brrt)
I'm with some real thick shit, she ain't gotta poke it
And we finna take a quick trip and we ain't gotta post it (Yop)
And them Jamaican niggas cannot rub you down with lotion (Yeah), I got it
Huh, backpack of racks 'cause it can't fit up in the wallet
Smacked her off a 10, got her coochie throbbin' (What else?)
It's only two Gs on me, but I ain't Gucci rockin' (What else?)
Don't try to make me take a shot, bitch, I gave you the bottle (Yop)
Why you lookin' through my phone? I think you the problem (Uh-huh)
And we was doin' solid, huh
Sold a nigga a strike, we took it back, just a lil' mileage (Bitch)
Dog shit on dog shit, it just keep on pilin' (What else?)
In the hood with all sports cars, they just keep on poppin' (Mm)
They got to fightin' at my show, we just kept on rockin'
Nigga try to up the score, we gon' keep on blockin'
I got XXL and it didn't shock me
Even if I didn't get it, I'ma keep on poppin' (Fuck 'em)
Bro just popped two Percs and then three more, watch him

Pop, pop (Stupid Dog, I ain't gon' lie, this bitch hard)
Pop