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
Dead 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
Dead 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