"Doctor" lyrics
YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics
Huh (NeilOnDaTrack, that's on the track)
Ayy, R.I.P. Hamp, nigga
You know you what it is, I'm a real 38 Baby
You hear me? What y'all want?
Believe that
The preacher told him slow down, his mama said the same (Same)
He never knew that it was gon' turn out this way
In his eyes, ain't no love, he grew up 'round nothin' but thugs
He got some niggas he want dead because they went 'gainst the grain
Bitch, we gettin' at anything, who want problems?
We solve 'em with them choppas
Better be careful what you sayin'
If you don't call the laws, who gon' stop us?
We send shit to the doctor, bitch, we tryin' to kill you and your mans (Bitch)
I'ma tell you like this, bitch, how I'm supposed to (Supposed to)
Now my bros wanna show you (Believe that)
Huh, you made a song, now what's that's gon' do? (Huh?)
How would you feel if a nigga tried to ho you? (What you do?)
I'ma tell you what I'm gon' do, I'ma put this pistol on you
Leave you stretched how they was 'posed to
You mouthin' like them hoes do, I bust your dome, nigga
It's wicked, on that fuck shit, you gon' get it, boy, I wrong niggas
I'm the sickest, he want smoke?
I clear the business, make it known, nigga
Put your ass to rest outside this fuckin' club, like it's your home nigga
Facts, you act bad, we on your ass, we get you gone, nigga
Slatt, I say "Blatt," they blow the strap, you hit the ground, nigga
Hold on now (Brr, boom, bow, boom, boom)
Makin' sounds, nigga (Yeah)
Try and everybody die, in the streets, ain't no wrong nigga
The preacher told him slow down, his mama said the same
He never knew that it was gon' turn out this way
In his eyes, ain't no love, he grew up 'round nothin' but thugs (Oh)
He got some niggas he want dead because they went 'gainst the grain
Bitch, we gettin' at anything, who want problems?
We solve 'em with them choppas (Fah, fah)
Better be careful what you sayin'
If you don't call the laws, who gon' stop us?
We send shit to the doctor, bitch, we tryin' to kill you and your mans (Bitch)
Ain't no talkin' back to back, bitch, I'ma show you (Bitch)
And I can put this on Boo
We gon' wet up every block you try to run to
Them choppas get to clappin' when we come through (Clap)
I'ma do some shit that Dump do
We gon' shoot up the whole car and pray we slump you (Brr, boom-boom-boom-boom)
Run down with the strap and knock off his cap, they know it's murder
You claim you a gangster, then catch a body, what you worried for?
Zip up everybody, that's what we hollerin', "It's a purge," for
They stepped on my nigga, that's what the fuck we bendin' curbs for (The fuck we bendin' curbs—)
The preacher told him slow down, his mama said the same (Ooh, same)
He never knew that it was gon' turn out this way
In his eyes, ain't no love, he grew up 'round nothin' but thugs
He got some niggas he want dead because they went 'gainst the grain
Bitch, we gettin' at anything, who want problems?
We solve 'em with them choppas (Oh, yeah)
Better be careful what you sayin'
If you don't call the laws, who gon' stop us?
We send shit to the doctor, bitch, we tryin' to kill you and your mans
Yeah, you don't call the laws, who gon' stop us?
We send shit to the doctor, oh, yeah
Know what you sayin?
Nothin' 'bout us, don dada
Yeah, kill you and your mans
Huh? (Yeah, 4K Trey)
(NeilOnDaTrack, that's on the track)
Ayy, R.I.P. Hamp, nigga
You know you what it is, I'm a real 38 Baby
You hear me? What y'all want?
Believe that
The preacher told him slow down, his mama said the same (Same)
He never knew that it was gon' turn out this way
In his eyes, ain't no love, he grew up 'round nothin' but thugs
He got some niggas he want dead because they went 'gainst the grain
Bitch, we gettin' at anything, who want problems?
We solve 'em with them choppas
Better be careful what you sayin'
If you don't call the laws, who gon' stop us?
We send shit to the doctor, bitch, we tryin' to kill you and your mans (Bitch)
I'ma tell you like this, bitch, how I'm supposed to (Supposed to)
Now my bros wanna show you (Believe that)
Huh, you made a song, now what's that's gon' do? (Huh?)
How would you feel if a nigga tried to ho you? (What you do?)
I'ma tell you what I'm gon' do, I'ma put this pistol on you
Leave you stretched how they was 'posed to
You mouthin' like them hoes do, I bust your dome, nigga
It's wicked, on that fuck shit, you gon' get it, boy, I wrong niggas
I'm the sickest, he want smoke?
I clear the business, make it known, nigga
Put your ass to rest outside this fuckin' club, like it's your home nigga
Facts, you act bad, we on your ass, we get you gone, nigga
Slatt, I say "Blatt," they blow the strap, you hit the ground, nigga
Hold on now (Brr, boom, bow, boom, boom)
Makin' sounds, nigga (Yeah)
Try and everybody die, in the streets, ain't no wrong nigga
The preacher told him slow down, his mama said the same
He never knew that it was gon' turn out this way
In his eyes, ain't no love, he grew up 'round nothin' but thugs (Oh)
He got some niggas he want dead because they went 'gainst the grain
Bitch, we gettin' at anything, who want problems?
We solve 'em with them choppas (Fah, fah)
Better be careful what you sayin'
If you don't call the laws, who gon' stop us?
We send shit to the doctor, bitch, we tryin' to kill you and your mans (Bitch)
Ain't no talkin' back to back, bitch, I'ma show you (Bitch)
And I can put this on Boo
We gon' wet up every block you try to run to
Them choppas get to clappin' when we come through (Clap)
I'ma do some shit that Dump do
We gon' shoot up the whole car and pray we slump you (Brr, boom-boom-boom-boom)
Run down with the strap and knock off his cap, they know it's murder
You claim you a gangster, then catch a body, what you worried for?
Zip up everybody, that's what we hollerin', "It's a purge," for
They stepped on my nigga, that's what the fuck we bendin' curbs for (The fuck we bendin' curbs—)
The preacher told him slow down, his mama said the same (Ooh, same)
He never knew that it was gon' turn out this way
In his eyes, ain't no love, he grew up 'round nothin' but thugs
He got some niggas he want dead because they went 'gainst the grain
Bitch, we gettin' at anything, who want problems?
We solve 'em with them choppas (Oh, yeah)
Better be careful what you sayin'
If you don't call the laws, who gon' stop us?
We send shit to the doctor, bitch, we tryin' to kill you and your mans
Yeah, you don't call the laws, who gon' stop us?
We send shit to the doctor, oh, yeah
Know what you sayin?
Nothin' 'bout us, don dada
Yeah, kill you and your mans
Huh? (Yeah, 4K Trey)
(NeilOnDaTrack, that's on the track)
