(Let's go, Mario) Hold on 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 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 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