Текст песни Choppa Docter - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

(Let's go, Mario)

Huh, burn that bitch and do 'em bad, yeah
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 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 fuckin' choppa
Hold on, dirty-ass fuckin' nigga, I came up, straight from the bottom
Slimey-ass nigga, whacked that boy in front of his fuckin' mama
With that shit that I is, hit inside his head in front of his toddler
Diddy boppin', he got fuckin' problems
Get on pills and start tweakin', he be fuckin' 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

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 rags 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, and paper, I've been sippin' sealant
Hurstin', I've been lurkin', catch 'em workin' then 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, Olympics, watch how 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 that 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 hitters go to slidin', catch him, hop out, walk him down

Burn that bitch and do 'em bad, yeah
Top, I'm on his ass, stolen Glocks inside this Jag'
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 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 fuckin' choppa
Hold on, dirty-ass fuckin' nigga, I came up, straight from the bottom
Slimy-ass nigga, whacked that boy in front of his fuckin' mama
With that shit that I is, hit inside his head in front of his toddler
Diddy boppin', he got fuckin' problems
Get on pills and start tweakin', he be fuckin' 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