(Chorus)
Said I wouldn’t pop but I did it
I just might run up a ticket
Tell em…50 to kick it
Trapping like Fifty and Diddy
Used to kick doors up the hinges
Now I pull up in the Bentley
Bi**h, I got love in my city
And I got plugs in your city
Big dawg, big dawg, big dawg, big dawg
My paper straight like a big dawg
Like a big dawg
Big dawg, big dawg, big dawg, big dawg
Now I stay strapped like a big dawg
Hit from the back like a big dawg
(Verse 1)
Big dawg, big dawg hit him watch his s**t fall
Run through the city like crip walk
B*tch, I got racks like Big Tymer
Run up on me tripping they gon miss y’all
F**k ni**a broke need to fix y’all
Chopper bullet coming like a guitar
Never knew a ni**a would make it this far
Big dawg, big dawg, walking through the city like a big dawg
Pull up on a ni**a in a rented car
Strip a ni**a neck like a pornstar
Big dawg, big dawg, big dawg do I what wanna
Big dawg, blowing marihuana
Used to run around, 50 bricks in
Dread ni**a was the gunner
I feed your ass to some piranhas
Put you to bed like pyjamas
Big dawg, big dawg, big dawg
I’m running s**t like I’m congress
I’m gonna eat like regardless
Your big dawg paying me homage
I’m the Clay Co Mr. Rogers
(Chorus)
Said I wouldn’t pop but I did it
I just might run up a ticket
Tell em…50 to kick it
Trapping like Fifty and Diddy
Used to kick doors up the hinges
Now I pull up in the Bentley
Bi**h, I got love in my city
And I got plugs in your city
Big dawg, big dawg, big dawg, big dawg
My paper straight like a big dawg
Like a big dawg
Big dawg, big dawg, big dawg, big dawg
Now I stay strapped like a big dawg
Hit from the back like a big dawg
(Verse 2)
Ni**a might pull up in a Mulsanne
Hell Street gang, what you claim
Call up my jeweler for a new chain
Used to have dirty ass shoestrings
Shooters on go when I tell em
Aiming at your cerebellum
Youngins they tote Mac-11’s
Aim it and smoke out your melon
You know the code, never telling
I got your hoe at the West End
Ni**as looking for me like Chapo
Make that ass clap like bravo
Pull up with the chickens like Rasco
Strapped up, hanging out the top hole
Big dawg, staying on my box sh*t
Get your ass wet, don’t cause sh*t
The ice don’t make you a big dawg
You got that paper like
F**k ni**a running off with the
Maybach dropping, no Rick Ross
Big dawg, big dawg, soak up some game lil ni**a
Big dawg, big dawg stay in your lane lil ni**a
(Chorus)
Said I wouldn’t pop but I did it
I just might run up a ticket
Tell em…50 to kick it
Trapping like Fifty and Diddy
Used to kick doors up the hinges
Now I pull up in the Bentley
Bi**h, I got love in my city
And I got plugs in your city
Big dawg, big dawg, big dawg, big dawg
My paper straight like a big dawg
Like a big dawg
Big dawg, big dawg, big dawg, big dawg
Now I stay strapped like a big dawg
Hit from the back like a big dawg
