YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Choppa Docter lyrics

Huh, burn that bitch and do 'em bad, yeah
Lil' Top, I'm on his ass
Stolen Glocks inside this Jag', yeah
Ford-o matic with that bag
They don't wanna see me bop, bitch
She could eat my cock, bitch
Hold on, clean a nigga block
They know I stay ridin' with that mop
Hold on, Forgiato's
Beat her back and all that I know hold on
Tell the backup pull upside and
Shoot the side door
I ain't kill that boy, go ask his boys
For all that I know
I was countin' up plenty mula
Like I hit the lotto
Hold on, dirty-ass baby mama
Dirty-ass fuckin' choppa
Dirty-ass fuckin' nigga, I came up
Straight from the bottom slimy-ass nigga
Wack that boy in front of his fuckin' mama
With that shit that I is
Hit inside his head infront his todler
Diddy boppin', he got fuckin' problems
Get on pills and start tweakin'
He be fuckin' wylin'
One get killed, he get even
Put drums in them choppers
I want his life, you can't save him
'cause I am the doctor

And I am the problem, and I am the issue
And I am the remedy, turn up with my nigga
I got the ratchetest bitches
Come from rag to gas to riches
Went from fightin', then to
Killin', cool like Antifreeze
Then blew the ceilin'
Got ahead of me, bitch, no you didn't, paper
I've been sippin' sealant
Hurstin', I've been lurkin'
Catch 'em workin' and I pop out with it
Where at, I'm gon' split
His fitted, FIFA, bitch, no we can't kick it
Want it, 'fore I hit it, lick
It, oh, lil bitch watch, i dive up in it
Divin' and he better not beat me
Bet he not gon' see next season
Occasion, I got season in these heaters
This the hottest feastin'
MAC and it's small, but lethal
And I call this bitch Mac Mini
Record the boy, like Jason, think I'm
Jason, when I'm masked up, nigga
Fuck it, they be hatin' slime
Triple O got all kinds
Double O inside the clip, rollin' out
It's 'bout time
Bitch, you best respect my mind
Them niggas from your project dyin'
When them hitta's go to slidin'
Catch him, hop out, walk him down

Huh, burn that bitch and do 'em bad, yeah
Lil' Top, I'm on his ass
Stolen Glocks inside this Jag', yeah
Ford-o matic with that bag
They don't wanna see me bop, bitch
She could eat my cock, bitch
Hold on, clean a nigga block
They know I stay ridin' with that mop
Hold on, Forgiato's
Beat her back and all that I know hold on
Tell the backup pull upside and
Shoot the side door
I ain't kill that boy, go ask his boys
For all that I know
I was countin' up plenty mula
Like I hit the lotto
Hold on, dirty-ass baby mama
Dirty-ass fuckin' choppa
Dirty-ass fuckin' nigga, I came up
Straight from the bottom slimy-ass nigga
Wack that boy in front of his fuckin' mama
With that shit that I is
Hit inside his head infront his todler
Diddy boppin', he got fuckin' problems
Get on pills and start tweakin'
He be fuckin' wylin'
One get killed, he get even
Put drums in them choppers
I want his life, you can't save him
'cause I am the doctor