Big Dawg

Lyrics

[Intro] (CashMoneyAP) (Kio) [Chorus: Quin NFN] Since a youngin' I was taught to go get my cake up It got me clutchin' my Glock soon as I wake up And if we gotta get it in blood, he still gon' pay up We comin' straight out the mud, this shit ain't made up [Verse 1: NLE Choppa] We toted hundred-round drums, nigga, it's a homicide My niggas, they be steppin' and wreckin' and they got mob ties Brand new Corvette, I want it, and nigga [?] I'm a big dawg in the game, you a small fry Just had a talk with my nigga, he say he tired of that gutter shit He told me stay up out the way and watch out who I'm fuckin' with If a nigga want some pressures, swear to God you know it's up with it Like I'm playin' freeze tag, ain't nobody touchin' me I put some shots up in his back, if that nigga try to run off With that rеd beam on his nose, make that nigga look likе Rudolph HIV up in my cup, cause this shit I'm sippin' too raw And if he want some fuckin' beef, 7.62 knocked his shoes off I got some skinnies on, but the glizzy pokin' out my fit I think my Glock turnin' gay, cause it always got a dick My choppa overheated, so I bought a coolin' kit You know I rollin' peace, I put suppressors on my sticks, ayy I told my nigga calm down, we gon' get 'em outta ghetto When it's time to rock and roll, no, I'm clutchin' on my metal All gas, no brakes, bitch, my foot up on the pedal And if he dissin' on my name, we gon' turn him to a vegetable [Chorus: Quin NFN] Since a youngin' I was taught to go get my cake up It got me clutchin' my Glock soon as I wake up And if we gotta get it in blood, he still gon' pay up We comin' straight out the mud, this shit ain't made up [Verse 2: Quin NFN] Your bro just put a dick on the glizzy, It's time to slide I been feelin' like a fucker for makin' my mama cry No fudge, ain't no I can't go if you play, it's a homicide I'ma grow up in the jungle, he rumble just to survive It's like [?], nigga, when you gotta lose or somethin' Come tryna jack and I'ma end up on the news or somethin' They think I run with handy-mandy, I'm toolin' somethin' I'm Michael Jackson with this ratchet, get the move and somethin' Bitch, they know when it's time to slide, bitch, they gon' make excuses So I ain't tryna fake the vibe, act like we can cool it I just seen my nigga die and he was still a student So if you play, I'm slingin' five for any certain movement My niggas slide and they get active Get the wildin' with them ratchets Niggas gotta know I ballin' I'm on time like we in practice Been five like I'm a dragon, break a spine when I'm stacked Had many days when I was broke, I had to find a way to stack We gon' slide in Balenciaga, my youngin's bout that drama Ran up a lot of commas cause I was born a problem Clip it, 012, we gave him nine like equal dollars Stay to yourself and watch how many people fall [Chorus: Quin NFN] Since a youngin' I was taught to go get my cake up It got me clutchin' my Glock soon as I wake up And if we gotta get it in blood, he still gon' pay up We comin' straight out the mud, this shit ain't made up Since a youngin' I was taught to go get my cake up It got me clutchin' my Glock soon as I wake up And if we gotta get it in blood, he still gon' pay up We comin' straight out the mud, this shit ain't made up