Gynecologist

LETRA

Gynecologist

[Intro]
(Wake up, F1LTHY)

[Chorus]
The stick make you scatter like roaches
Roll up a opp, smoke this
Pass me the Glock, tote this
She act like she never rode this
Middle finger to my old bitch
Middle finger to the prosecutor
Middle finger to these prostitutors
I ain't paying for no pu***
I been laying on the pu***
Stretch my bands on the pu***
I'm tryna get my hands on the pu***
I'm tryna put my mans on the pu***
Everybody had that cookie
Know I was totin' the ARP fully
I ain't spendin' no bands on that bitch

[Verse 1]
Said she want that Van Cleef, told her jump off the cliff, I ain't payin' for that shit
Money my ventriloquist, tote this, totе this, tote this
I cannot go for a broke bitch, broke bitch, brokе bitch (Broke, broke bitch, yeah)
Came from Atlanta, we tote sticks (Tote), tote sticks (Tote), tote sticks (Tote)
Them niggas fell off, they copin' (Woah)
He ran out of coins, yeah, them tokens (Woah)
I'm double-G, yeah, I'm Gucci (Woah)
They dykin', but don't know Lil Boosie (Woah)
You know I'm totin' that tooly (Woah)
Shoot out on cam, he died in the movie (Time's up, bitch)
All of these bitches be beggin', I'm dodgin' this ho like she got the cooties (Dodgin' this ho)
Every time I give her money, she ask for some more, I think I'm in too deep (She ask for some more)

[Chorus]
I ain't payin' for no pu*** (I ain't payin')
I'm just layin' on the pu*** (I'm just layin')
Stretch my bands on the pu*** (Stretch my bands)
Yeah, that stick make you scatter like roaches (Roaches)
This a ARP fully (Fuck are you sayin'?)
Gunfight, I'm the bully (Band)
.308 make 'em boogie (My band)
She got mileage like she been hikin' her whole life, I don't want that pu*** (Nah)

[Verse 2]
The Rick O, tee Stussy (Yeah, no)
Tote them sticks, we jumpin' out them bushes (Yeah, no)
Tote them blicks, how could you ever provoke this? (Uh)
Can't be controlled, can't remote this (What?)
My car red and, yeah, it's Otis (What? What? What?)
This that new Ken, yeah, f*** all that old shit (Fuck)
I might go f*** on my old bitch (What? What?)
Show me your wrist, I copped her a Rollie (A what?)
Put a sock in it, Mick Foley (What?)
The stick made him scream, he like, "No, please" (What the f***? Fuck)

[Chorus]
The stick make you scatter like roaches (What?)
Roll up a opp, smoke this (What?)
Pass me the Glock, tote this (What?)
She act like she never rode this (Ah, what the f***?)
Middle finger to my old bitch (Uh)
Middle finger to the prosecutor (Ah, what the f***?)
Middle finger to these prostitutors
I ain't paying for no pu*** (Ah, what the f***?)
I been layin' on the pu*** (What the f***?)
Stretch my bands on the pu*** (What the f***?)
I'm tryna get my hands on the pu***
I'm tryna—