Gucci shades, Versace sweats
Shorty know she get the best
Medusa kicks, Gucci belt
Shorty know what I'm about
If she want to see the heat
She come and sit right next to me
Her man don't wanna see the heat
I think the whole clique would agree
Gucci shades, Versace smell
Our shit bang, your shit don't sell
Medusa draws & Gucci pouch
We'll send your whole crew straight to hell
I came to claim it, take it, rake it
Came to bang it, hope she ain't basic
If she on that same shit
That lil mami yeah, I know she ain't fakin'
Her man can't give her what she wants
No all he do is keeping her waiting
He wish she never got the referred
To the mob docta yeah she my new patient
Her man a copycat yeah
That bitch he work at kinkos
Mob Doc Heisenberg gonna
Chop you up before you can blink yo
Dissolve that ass in hydrochloric acid
Resolve that beef it's the slaughterhouse anthem
There won't be no battle, blitz, restitution, ransom if I catch your hoe dialing
My number on her Samsung
Gucci shades, Versace sweats
Shorty know she get the best
Medusa kicks, Gucci belt
Shorty know what I'm about
If she want to see the heat
She come and sit right next to me
Her man don't wanna see the heat
I think the whole clique would agree
(That fire we bring)
Gucci shades, Versace smell
Our shit bang, your shit don't sell
Medusa draws & Gucci pouch
We'll send your whole crew straight to hell
That fire we bring be burning everything thing up to the third degree
You might of never heard of me
But I know it was meant to be
That fire we bring be burning everything thing up to the third degree
You might of never heard of me
But I know it was meant to be
Mob Docta do da surgery on rappers
And their boujee teams
Mob Docta got the scalpel
Give your fake ass a lobotomy
Mob Docta do da surgery on rappers
And their boujee teams
Mob Docta got the scalpel
Give your fake ass a lobotomy
I'll cut you up f*ck you up so suck it up
My minds a clusterf*ck I lust for sluts
I'm a golden boy & you a runner up
To sum it up the competition they be lame as f*ck
Take your bitch so fast you thinking lightning struck
We in my bag smokin on Alaskan thunderf*ck
She thunderstruck just like a ho on Angus' bus
I'm a rock star bitch I can't fake the funk
Ya I'm the mob Docta bitch but I ain't savin ya
But I'll stay with ya hoe cause I've been craving some now
Pour up a cup then I roll up that medicine
She a hood rat but got classy bitch etiquette
So when she brought that brain game so much edison
Surgery ya, on that ass like kardashians woo
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Gucci shades, Versace sweats
Shorty know she get the best
Medusa kicks, Gucci belt
Shorty know what I'm about
If she want to see the heat
She come and sit right next to me
Her man don't wanna see the heat
I think the whole clique would agree
Gucci shades, Versace smell
Our shit bang, your shit don't sell
Medusa draws & Gucci pouch
We'll send your whole crew straight to hell
I came to claim it, take it, rake it
Came to bang it, hope she ain't basic
If she on that same shit
That lil mami yeah, I know she ain't fakin'
Her man can't give her what she wants
No all he do is keeping her waiting
He wish she never got the referred
To the mob docta yeah she my new patient
Her man a copycat yeah
That bitch he work at kinkos
Mob Doc Heisenberg gonna
Chop you up before you can blink yo
Dissolve that ass in hydrochloric acid
Resolve that beef it's the slaughterhouse anthem
There won't be no battle, blitz, restitution, ransom if I catch your hoe dialing
My number on her Samsung
Gucci shades, Versace sweats
Shorty know she get the best
Medusa kicks, Gucci belt
Shorty know what I'm about
If she want to see the heat
She come and sit right next to me
Her man don't wanna see the heat
I think the whole clique would agree
(That fire we bring)
Gucci shades, Versace smell
Our shit bang, your shit don't sell
Medusa draws & Gucci pouch
We'll send your whole crew straight to hell
That fire we bring be burning everything thing up to the third degree
You might of never heard of me
But I know it was meant to be
That fire we bring be burning everything thing up to the third degree
You might of never heard of me
But I know it was meant to be
Mob Docta do da surgery on rappers
And their boujee teams
Mob Docta got the scalpel
Give your fake ass a lobotomy
Mob Docta do da surgery on rappers
And their boujee teams
Mob Docta got the scalpel
Give your fake ass a lobotomy
I'll cut you up f*ck you up so suck it up
My minds a clusterf*ck I lust for sluts
I'm a golden boy & you a runner up
To sum it up the competition they be lame as f*ck
Take your bitch so fast you thinking lightning struck
We in my bag smokin on Alaskan thunderf*ck
She thunderstruck just like a ho on Angus' bus
I'm a rock star bitch I can't fake the funk
Ya I'm the mob Docta bitch but I ain't savin ya
But I'll stay with ya hoe cause I've been craving some now
Pour up a cup then I roll up that medicine
She a hood rat but got classy bitch etiquette
So when she brought that brain game so much edison
Surgery ya, on that ass like kardashians woo
Shorty know she get the best
Medusa kicks, Gucci belt
Shorty know what I'm about
If she want to see the heat
She come and sit right next to me
Her man don't wanna see the heat
I think the whole clique would agree
Gucci shades, Versace smell
Our shit bang, your shit don't sell
Medusa draws & Gucci pouch
We'll send your whole crew straight to hell
I came to claim it, take it, rake it
Came to bang it, hope she ain't basic
If she on that same shit
That lil mami yeah, I know she ain't fakin'
Her man can't give her what she wants
No all he do is keeping her waiting
He wish she never got the referred
To the mob docta yeah she my new patient
Her man a copycat yeah
That bitch he work at kinkos
Mob Doc Heisenberg gonna
Chop you up before you can blink yo
Dissolve that ass in hydrochloric acid
Resolve that beef it's the slaughterhouse anthem
There won't be no battle, blitz, restitution, ransom if I catch your hoe dialing
My number on her Samsung
Gucci shades, Versace sweats
Shorty know she get the best
Medusa kicks, Gucci belt
Shorty know what I'm about
If she want to see the heat
She come and sit right next to me
Her man don't wanna see the heat
I think the whole clique would agree
(That fire we bring)
Gucci shades, Versace smell
Our shit bang, your shit don't sell
Medusa draws & Gucci pouch
We'll send your whole crew straight to hell
That fire we bring be burning everything thing up to the third degree
You might of never heard of me
But I know it was meant to be
That fire we bring be burning everything thing up to the third degree
You might of never heard of me
But I know it was meant to be
Mob Docta do da surgery on rappers
And their boujee teams
Mob Docta got the scalpel
Give your fake ass a lobotomy
Mob Docta do da surgery on rappers
And their boujee teams
Mob Docta got the scalpel
Give your fake ass a lobotomy
I'll cut you up f*ck you up so suck it up
My minds a clusterf*ck I lust for sluts
I'm a golden boy & you a runner up
To sum it up the competition they be lame as f*ck
Take your bitch so fast you thinking lightning struck
We in my bag smokin on Alaskan thunderf*ck
She thunderstruck just like a ho on Angus' bus
I'm a rock star bitch I can't fake the funk
Ya I'm the mob Docta bitch but I ain't savin ya
But I'll stay with ya hoe cause I've been craving some now
Pour up a cup then I roll up that medicine
She a hood rat but got classy bitch etiquette
So when she brought that brain game so much edison
Surgery ya, on that ass like kardashians woo
Writer: David Wilson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid