[Lyric] Doctorates (Bigg Sleeezzy)

[Chorus: Bigg Sleeezzy]
Bitch, I got my doctorates
I'm in the hood to trap the pharmacist
Bitch, I got my doctorates
I'm in the hood to trap the pharmacist
Bitch, I got my doctorates
I'm in the hood to trap the pharmacist
Gave my dawg the drugs, he move the drugs, that's what you call assist
Lean with it, rock with it, I'm a top shot with it
Make him diddy bop with it
Give him fifty shots with it
[?] spin your block, nigga
Run you out your spot, nigga
Knocking off your top with a dirty fuckin' mop, nigga

[Verse 1: Tim Neat]
Dirty fuckin' mop
We gon' spin your block
Knocking out the opps
Sending shots right at your top
We smoking G-lock when I perk this Glock
See a opp we take his top, see a opp we hit him off
And my niggas we don't play
Got some shooters in the A'
Got the thirty on my waist
And if you run up i'ma spray
And the clip hold thirty, but I got the thirty-eight
Baby girl, I'm in a hurry, I just came here for the face
And that money can't be late, shе hit the pole, she gеt the cake
She pop her pussy for these bands, she wanna fly to other states
She got her hair done, nails done, and the frames is Cartier
And when I rise it off the hip, and i'ma buss it at your brain
[Chorus: Bigg Sleeezzy]
Bitch, I got my doctorates
I'm in the hood to trap the pharmacist
Bitch, I got my doctorates
I'm in the hood to trap the pharmacist
Bitch, I got my doctorates
I'm in the hood to trap the pharmacist
Gave my dawg the drugs, he move the drugs, that's what you call assist
Lean with it, rock with it, I'm a top shot with it
Make him diddy bop with it
Give him fifty shots with it
[?] spin your block, nigga
Run you out your spot, nigga
Knocking off your top with a dirty fuckin' mop, nigga

[Verse 2: Bigg Sleeezzy]
Better get a four-five-six when I roll the dice
Every time I spin your block, I spin it more than twice
Forty-five up on my side, plus I got the nine
My nigga [?] in the cut, he only roll at night
It gets tragic in the streets, you better tote a pipe
My niggas riding in the seat ready to take your life
We dirtied up to the fullest up on the [?]
We in the west end where niggas slime they dawg
Told my crodie, you slimey, you getting gone
Trey fifty-seven got lil' shorty feeling bawd
See, I like the hoe 'cause she a classy bitch
If she ain't dance on the pole, yeah, she clapping shit
[Chorus: Bigg Sleeezzy]
Bitch, I got my doctorates
I'm in the hood to trap the pharmacist
Bitch, I got my doctorates
I'm in the hood to trap the pharmacist
Bitch, I got my doctorates
I'm in the hood to trap the pharmacist
Gave my dawg the drugs, he move the drugs, that's what you call assist
Lean with it, rock with it, I'm a top shot with it
Make him diddy bop with it
Give him fifty shots with it
[?] spin your block, nigga
Run you out your spot, nigga
Knocking off your top with a dirty fuckin' mop, nigga