Head Doctor

Yeah

Baby, baby, buy you red bottoms (skrrt)

Yeah

Uh

Baby, buy you red bottoms, uh

I just hope you turn into a head doctor, uh

Fuck them other hoes and what they say about you, uh

Nigga play with you, bet I see red 'bout you, yeah

Overly P how I'm gon' play it, got you, yeah

I kick it cool, but I'm not playin' soccer

Someone clear the roster (yeah)

Who that? He an imposter (huh?)

Steak and shrimp my pasta

The world is yours, wrote it on a blimp, don dada

He such a good father, he ain't have no father (uh-uh)

Slippers gold, Balenciaga

Slippers count, that's like my model

PTSD trauma

Thirty shots inside that Glock, this not the XD model (grrah-baow)

I just went hard, I didn't say: Bless me, Father

Father, forgive me, just a semi-auto

7. 62s out this Draco, they'll lift your car up (lift your car up)

You know I'm a superstar, my hoodie on, they spot him, uh

More money, more problems

Havin' problems money can't fix

I just can't quit

Told a bitch she ain't shit

Talked all that shit and can't take dick (lyin'-ass bitch)

Bitch, I walk like I'm rich

Talk like I know I'm the shit

From a dime to a brick

Had to re-up, take a trip

Bitch, I'm back on (I'm back on)

Need my bitch, she like my backbone

These niggas be hatin', bae

You know I'm comin' back home

Yeah, uh, you can't hit this 'Wood, lil' nigga, that shit that strong

Made a list of all my songs, that shit that long

Man, the clip that switch if he act wrong (blaow)

I can't snitch like Taxstone

Big C4 that crack flow

Suck this dick, don't act slow

Uh, straight to hell where the rats go

My Amiri's holdin' rubber banded bankrolls

All that work out in the gym and I ain't swole

Yeah, I won't ever spend no money on these stank hoes

Prada Papi, pop it Prada Kangol

Yeah, you ain't name a motherfuckin' place I can't go, uh

Know that this a Hellcat Durango (skrrt)

Took his chain and he got up askin': Where my chain go?

You must think some gold at the end of that rainbow (of that rainbow)

Outside cliquin' up and murkin' shit like Saints Row

Ayy, ayy, hold your blicky up if nigga ain't gon' take yours

Niggas steady dyin' 'bout these blocks that ain't yours

Nigga, Big Folks

Double-R, big Rolls

Standin' on my ten toes

Put my back to it, kick door

Nigga, that's how shit go (Kap, your name's on the beat)

Nigga, that's how shit go

Big Folks

Big 4