Doctor Lyrics by YoungBoy Never Broke Again is a Latest English song from the album “Lost Files” sung by rapper YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Lyrics of this song are penned down by YoungBoy Never Broke Again and music produced by NeilOnDaTrack.
Song Details
Singer : YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Album : Lost Files
Lyrics : YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Music : NeilOnDaTrack
Label : Atlantic Records
Doctor Lyrics
Huh
Ayy, R.I.P. Hamp, ni**a
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 wrong and with thugs
He got some ni***s he want dead because they went ‘gainst the grain
Bi**h, we gettin’ at anything, who want problems?
We solve them with them choppas
Better be careful what you sayin’
If they don’t call the laws, who gon’ stop us?
We send sh*t to the doctor, bi**h, we tryin’ to kill you and your mans
I’ma tell you like this, bi**h, 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 ni**a 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, ni**a
It’s wicked, on that f**k sh*t, you gon’ get it, boy I wrong ni***s
I’m the sickest, he want smoke?
I clear the business, make it known, ni**a
Put your a** to rest outside this f**kin’ club, like it’s your home ni**a
Facts, you act bad, we on your a**, we get you gone, ni**a
Slatt, I say “Blatt,” they blow the strap, you hit the ground ni**a
Hold on now (Brr, boom, bow, boom, boom)
Makin’ sounds, ni**a (Yeah)
Try and everybody die, in the streets, ain’t no wrong ni**a
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 wrong and with thugs (Oh)
He got some ni***s he want dead because they went ‘gainst the grain
Bi**h, we gettin’ at anything, who want problems?
We solve them with them choppas (Fah, fah)
Better be careful what you sayin’
If they don’t call the laws, who gon’ stop us?
We send sh*t to the doctor, bi**h, we tryin’ to kill you and your mans
Ain’t no talkin’ back to back, bi**h, I’ma show you
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 sh*t 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 hollarin’, “It’s a purge,” for
They stepped on my ni**a, that’s what the f**k we bendin’ curbs for
(The f**k 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 wrong and with thugs
He got some ni***s he want dead because they went ‘gainst the grain
Bi**h, we gettin’ at anything, who want problems?
We solve them with them choppas (Oh, yeah)
Better be careful what you sayin’
If they don’t call the laws, who gon’ stop us?
We send sh*t to the doctor, bi**h, we tryin’ to kill you and your mans
Yeah, you don’t call the laws, who gon’ stop us?
We send sh*t to the doctor, oh, yeah
Know what you sayin?
Don dada
Kill you and your mans
Huh?
(NeilOnDaTrack, that’s on the track)