[Intro]
(Let's go, Mario)
Hold on
[Chorus]
Burn that bitch 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, bitch
She could eat my cock, bitch
Hold on, clean a nigga 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 fuckin' chopper
Hold on, dirty-ass fuckin' nigga, I came up straight from the bottom
Slimy-ass nigga, whacked that boy in front his fuckin' mama
With that shit that I is, hit inside his head in front his toddler
Diddy boppin', he got fuckin' problems
Uh, 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
[Verse]
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, done blew the ceilin'
Tried to handle me, bitch, 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, 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
Cajun, 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
[Chorus]
Burn that bitch 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, bitch
She could eat my cock, bitch
Hold on, clean a nigga 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 fuckin' chopper
Hold on, dirty-ass fuckin' nigga, I came up straight from the bottom
Slimy-ass nigga, whacked that boy in front his fuckin' mama
With that shit that I is, hit inside his head in front his toddler
Diddy boppin', he got fuckin' problems
Uh, 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
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