DOCTA - SosMula, Fat Nick

Trap, Trap, Trap, Trap

Damn, Ryder

I’m the doctor (Work), I’m the shotta (Sleezy)

I go brazy with 380 and a choppa (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)

I’m like Baby, I need eighty helicopters (Sleezy, Sleezy, Sleezy)

I’m drinking vodka (Mula), penne alal vodka (Damn son, where’d you find this?)

I might pop ya (Boom), Orville Redenbacher’s (Boom boom)

And the coppers need hella doctors (Fuck outta here)

'Cause my choppa sound like helicopters

It go «Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo,» it go «Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo»

Won’t get your bitch back, bitch back too (Sleezy)

I might get that, hit that too (Get me that)

Where my stick at?

Big MAC new (Boom)

I spend big racks, wrist wrap blue (Mula)

VVS, VVS, water slide on my wrist (Splash, splash)

VVS, VVS, water slide on my wrist (Real trap shit)

BMX, BMX, I be railing your bitch (Fuck outta here)

Impaled, impaled, put your head on a stick (Sleezy)

Why them boys playin' with you?

(No-no)

Why them boys paid to hit you?

(No-no)

I got AKs and pistols (Boom)

I got HKs and missiles (Boom)

I’m the doctor (Work), I’m the shotta (Sleezy)

I go brazy with 380 and a choppa (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)

I’m like Baby, I need eighty helicopters (Sleezy, Sleezy, Sleezy)

I’m drinking vodka (Mula), penne alla vodka (Splash, splash)

I might pop ya (Boom), Orville Redenbacher’s (Boom boom)

And the coppers need hella doctors (Fuck outta here)

'Cause my choppa sound like helicopters

It go «Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo» (Trap-A-Holics), it go «Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo»

(Real trap shit)

It go «Grra-ta-ta-ta-ta» 'cause my chop retarded (What? Grrt, grrt)

If I push up on your block, you know I’m drivin' somethin' (Grrt, pop)

I got chops, or some Glocks, which one you gettin' popped with?

(Grrt, pop)

AR pistol darts (What?), I’m Cupid, aim for hearts (Grrt, what?)

I’m whippin' push-to-starts, my opps still insert keys to lock (Skrrt)

I roll a of box of blunts, your homie’s in my lungs

There ain’t no pressin' me (What?), my gang on stretch for me (Grrt)

Decorate your block with R.I.P.'s on Halloween

I’m the doctor (Work), I’m the shotta (Sleezy)

I go brazy with 380 and a choppa (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)

I’m like Baby, I need eighty helicopters (Sleezy, Sleezy, Sleezy)

I’m drinking vodka (Mula), penne alla vodka (Splash, splash)

I might pop ya (Boom), Orville Redenbacher’s (Boom boom)

And the coppers need hella doctors (Fuck outta here)

'Cause my choppa sound like helicopters

It go «Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo,» it go «Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo»