Choppa Docter lyrics

[Intro]
(Let's go, Mario)
Hold on

[Chorus]
Burn that b*tch and do 'em bad, yeah
Top, I'm on his ass
Stolen Glocks inside this Jag', yeah
Four-door Matic with that bag
They don't wanna see me bop, b*tch
She could eat my c*ck, b*tch
Hold on, clean a n*gga block, they know I stay ridin' with that mop
Hold on, Forgiatos, beat her back in, all that I know
Hold on, tell the backup pull onside 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 f*ckin' chopper
Hold on, dirty-ass f*ckin' n*gga, I came up straight from the bottom
Slimy-ass n*gga, whacked that boy in front his f*ckin' mama
With that sh*t that I is, hit inside his head in front his toddler
Diddy boppin', he got f*ckin' problems
Uh, get on pills and start tweakin', he be f*ckin' wildin'
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

[Verse]
And I am the problem and I am the issue
And I am the remedy, turn up with my n*gga
I got the ratchetest b*tches
Come from rags to gas to riches
Went from fightin', then to killin'
Cool like antifreeze, done blew the ceilin'
Tried to handle me, b*tch, no, you didn't
And paper, I been sippin' silly
Hearsin', I been lurkin', catch 'em workin', then I pop out with it
Run in, I'm gon' split his fitted
FIFA, b*tch, no we can't kick it
Want it, 'fore I hit it, lick it
Olympics, watch how I dive up in it
Divin' and he better not beat me, bet he not gon' see next season
Cajun, I got season in these heaters, this the hottest feastin'
MAC and it's small, but lethal, and I call this b*tch MAC Mini
Record that boy like Jason, think I'm Jason, when I'm masked up, n*gga
f*ck it, they be hatin' slime, triple O, got all kinds
Double O inside the clip, rollin' out, it's 'bout time
b*tch, you best respect my mind, them n*ggas from your project dyin'
When them hitters go to slidin', catch him, hop out, walk him down
[Chorus]
Burn that b*tch and do 'em bad, yeah
Top, I'm on his ass
Stolen Glocks inside this Jag'
Four-door Matic with that bag
They don't wanna see me bop, b*tch
She could eat my c*ck, b*tch
Hold on, clean a n*gga block, they know I stay ridin' with that mop
Hold on, Forgiatos, beat her back in, all that I know
Hold on, tell the backup pull onside 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 f*ckin' chopper
Hold on, dirty-ass f*ckin' n*gga, I came up straight from the bottom
Slimy-ass n*gga, whacked that boy in front his f*ckin' mama
With that sh*t that I is, hit inside his head in front his toddler
Diddy boppin', he got f*ckin' problems
Uh, get on pills and start tweakin', he be f*ckin' wildin'
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