All these bullets we gon send em to the doctor
Job done i do it proper , don't slide on no kickin shit
Cause we not playin soccer
N i stay out in wich but i ain't f*ckin wit the shockers
Oh that's a shocker? Lemme up my chopper
Lemme up my chopper, bussin down the door
Like you ain't answer the knocker
Then we hit the store,
N start whippin shit like crocker
Bitch i'm on the flow n I'm slidin in like water you know that that shits cold
That shit cold, jus like it's some snow
N my pack hit too heavy, tryna cop sum let me know
Like lil bitch let me know, if you tryna blow
I could hit the store go get some cones we finna roll
If you really want the smoke, then lil bitch you should know
I keep that shit on sight n that 30 finna blow
Left hand man stand to the right, he gon up that f*ckin pole
Up that f*ckin pole, up that f*ckin pole
My left hand man stand to the right, cause my left hand already loaded
N you keep talkin it's on sight, not just for you i'll hit woedey
Yea we cuttin out the lights, but they still see me cause the rollie
We got them bleedin out they whites, but we make sure they bleedin slowly
They bleedin slowly, he bleedin slowly
Disrespect me, we gon hit yo locks, you feelin goldie
I might poor some wok, go get some sprite ain't feelin codein
This shi off of the top, ain't pass feel like a dope fiend
Ridin wit a Mac bitch, you ain't ever smoke me
I ain't ever pass it, i ain't ever strolled thee town without the strap bitch
Thought you got a oz of some kush, but it's some cabbage
That ain't gas bitch, I hit like cancer, ima take yo f*ckin stash bitch
This the gunna flow bitch i'm speakin spendin cash shit
Let the gunner know, he gunna blow, yea he gon blast shit
Let yo brother know, my brother cold, but hot as ash bitch
This another flow, i know it's cold, gone in a flash bitch
But i'm back bitch, duckin smoke, why you quack bitch
Car bought in cash bitch, like baby yea that's facts bitch
I hear some sirens, do the hyphen, do the dash bitch
My ceiling highten they don't like it, call more dispatch in
They call more dispatch in, I ain't lackin
Get the red beam, me n my team we gon blast him
We nick yo natty, steal yo patty, you can get whacked
Slide wit the gatti, to cincinnati, steal yo friend pack
Like where's yo get back bitch i said yo get back
You said you wit that, n i don't think you with that
Wocky ima tris that, this a 4
No duece i don't split that, i jus double cup n poor
Couple months later n you still ain't got no get back
N you say you tote a switch, ain't seen it where the stick at.
Ima up that f*ckin pole like outside its window shoppers
Up that f*ckin up that f*ckin pole, we gon send em to the doctors
Shi got crazy yea we sent em to the hospital yuh
Said you got a glock, but ain't had no glock wit you,
You ain't had no glock wit you, did you?
You wake up in a new city got the docs wit you
But gon claim you got a don n that he rock wit you
When i pulled up to the function he was not wit you
So now killas finna go, n they gon come get you
Yea they gon come get you, we pickin off whoever steal, whoever run witchu,
Like i ain't gon pitch you
Yo, yo
Young Kee - Doctors Lyrics
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All these bullets we gon send em to the doctor
Job done i do it proper , don't slide on no kickin shit
Cause we not playin soccer
N i stay out in wich but i ain't f*ckin wit the shockers
Oh that's a shocker? Lemme up my chopper
Lemme up my chopper, bussin down the door
Like you ain't answer the knocker
Then we hit the store,
N start whippin shit like crocker
Bitch i'm on the flow n I'm slidin in like water you know that that shits cold
That shit cold, jus like it's some snow
N my pack hit too heavy, tryna cop sum let me know
Like lil bitch let me know, if you tryna blow
I could hit the store go get some cones we finna roll
If you really want the smoke, then lil bitch you should know
I keep that shit on sight n that 30 finna blow
Left hand man stand to the right, he gon up that f*ckin pole
Up that f*ckin pole, up that f*ckin pole
My left hand man stand to the right, cause my left hand already loaded
N you keep talkin it's on sight, not just for you i'll hit woedey
Yea we cuttin out the lights, but they still see me cause the rollie
We got them bleedin out they whites, but we make sure they bleedin slowly
They bleedin slowly, he bleedin slowly
Disrespect me, we gon hit yo locks, you feelin goldie
I might poor some wok, go get some sprite ain't feelin codein
This shi off of the top, ain't pass feel like a dope fiend
Ridin wit a Mac bitch, you ain't ever smoke me
I ain't ever pass it, i ain't ever strolled thee town without the strap bitch
Thought you got a oz of some kush, but it's some cabbage
That ain't gas bitch, I hit like cancer, ima take yo f*ckin stash bitch
This the gunna flow bitch i'm speakin spendin cash shit
Let the gunner know, he gunna blow, yea he gon blast shit
Let yo brother know, my brother cold, but hot as ash bitch
This another flow, i know it's cold, gone in a flash bitch
But i'm back bitch, duckin smoke, why you quack bitch
Car bought in cash bitch, like baby yea that's facts bitch
I hear some sirens, do the hyphen, do the dash bitch
My ceiling highten they don't like it, call more dispatch in
They call more dispatch in, I ain't lackin
Get the red beam, me n my team we gon blast him
We nick yo natty, steal yo patty, you can get whacked
Slide wit the gatti, to cincinnati, steal yo friend pack
Like where's yo get back bitch i said yo get back
You said you wit that, n i don't think you with that
Wocky ima tris that, this a 4
No duece i don't split that, i jus double cup n poor
Couple months later n you still ain't got no get back
N you say you tote a switch, ain't seen it where the stick at.
Ima up that f*ckin pole like outside its window shoppers
Up that f*ckin up that f*ckin pole, we gon send em to the doctors
Shi got crazy yea we sent em to the hospital yuh
Said you got a glock, but ain't had no glock wit you,
You ain't had no glock wit you, did you?
You wake up in a new city got the docs wit you
But gon claim you got a don n that he rock wit you
When i pulled up to the function he was not wit you
So now killas finna go, n they gon come get you
Yea they gon come get you, we pickin off whoever steal, whoever run witchu,
Like i ain't gon pitch you
Yo, yo
Job done i do it proper , don't slide on no kickin shit
Cause we not playin soccer
N i stay out in wich but i ain't f*ckin wit the shockers
Oh that's a shocker? Lemme up my chopper
Lemme up my chopper, bussin down the door
Like you ain't answer the knocker
Then we hit the store,
N start whippin shit like crocker
Bitch i'm on the flow n I'm slidin in like water you know that that shits cold
That shit cold, jus like it's some snow
N my pack hit too heavy, tryna cop sum let me know
Like lil bitch let me know, if you tryna blow
I could hit the store go get some cones we finna roll
If you really want the smoke, then lil bitch you should know
I keep that shit on sight n that 30 finna blow
Left hand man stand to the right, he gon up that f*ckin pole
Up that f*ckin pole, up that f*ckin pole
My left hand man stand to the right, cause my left hand already loaded
N you keep talkin it's on sight, not just for you i'll hit woedey
Yea we cuttin out the lights, but they still see me cause the rollie
We got them bleedin out they whites, but we make sure they bleedin slowly
They bleedin slowly, he bleedin slowly
Disrespect me, we gon hit yo locks, you feelin goldie
I might poor some wok, go get some sprite ain't feelin codein
This shi off of the top, ain't pass feel like a dope fiend
Ridin wit a Mac bitch, you ain't ever smoke me
I ain't ever pass it, i ain't ever strolled thee town without the strap bitch
Thought you got a oz of some kush, but it's some cabbage
That ain't gas bitch, I hit like cancer, ima take yo f*ckin stash bitch
This the gunna flow bitch i'm speakin spendin cash shit
Let the gunner know, he gunna blow, yea he gon blast shit
Let yo brother know, my brother cold, but hot as ash bitch
This another flow, i know it's cold, gone in a flash bitch
But i'm back bitch, duckin smoke, why you quack bitch
Car bought in cash bitch, like baby yea that's facts bitch
I hear some sirens, do the hyphen, do the dash bitch
My ceiling highten they don't like it, call more dispatch in
They call more dispatch in, I ain't lackin
Get the red beam, me n my team we gon blast him
We nick yo natty, steal yo patty, you can get whacked
Slide wit the gatti, to cincinnati, steal yo friend pack
Like where's yo get back bitch i said yo get back
You said you wit that, n i don't think you with that
Wocky ima tris that, this a 4
No duece i don't split that, i jus double cup n poor
Couple months later n you still ain't got no get back
N you say you tote a switch, ain't seen it where the stick at.
Ima up that f*ckin pole like outside its window shoppers
Up that f*ckin up that f*ckin pole, we gon send em to the doctors
Shi got crazy yea we sent em to the hospital yuh
Said you got a glock, but ain't had no glock wit you,
You ain't had no glock wit you, did you?
You wake up in a new city got the docs wit you
But gon claim you got a don n that he rock wit you
When i pulled up to the function he was not wit you
So now killas finna go, n they gon come get you
Yea they gon come get you, we pickin off whoever steal, whoever run witchu,
Like i ain't gon pitch you
Yo, yo
Writer: young kee
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