Big Dawg

(album: Born To Drip - 2020)

(Oh, what? Ayy, yeah, yeah)
(Ayy, yeah, oh)

Ride wit' the .45
Yeah, that's a big Glock
I was fifteen with a six shot
2010, I was playing with the big block
Sold more rocks than an app called TikTok
Nigga just sitting in the trap, made her get out
Stayed in the dope stop, treat it like a pit stop
Yeah, I came up from a muhfucking have-not
Now a nigga going Super Saiyan, got me feeling like Kakarot
Yeah, I'm on shine, check the glow
Call me a hoe, beat a nigga ass like Piccolo
Scooters on go, that's a ten four
Yeah, I send a bitch like a letter in an envelope
Yeah, I drip sauce, no, I don't do designer clothes
Lick down the N.O. , met him on Holly Grove
You the type of nigga, shoot a gun wit' your eyes closed
I just met a bitch and she told me she was born down in Cabo
Yeah, I'm taking trips overseas, ayy
I'm a bounty hunter, throwing big B's
Only smoke gas, yeah, I'm big geeked
I can't fuck wit' the lil' nigga, he a sissy
Catch me an enemy, fry him extra crispy
Whole clique chickens, I'ma call them a ten piece
Want me some soul food, stop by the Mickeys
I'm a big dog, full blood, you a mutt like a mixed breed, ooh

Know what I'm sayin'?
I'm a big dog, know what I'm sayin'?
Full blood, know what I'm sayin'?
You mutt ass nigga, call that nigga "Mixed breed"
Know what I'm sayin'?
Know what I'm sayin'?
Can't be that way, got to stay away from them folks, ooh, hey, hey

Had to make a way, yeah, I had to get straight
Met a white bitch, talk like Ricki Lake
Move real millitant, know they can't infiltrate
I'ma take trapsauce, mix it with the KK
Bomb me a fuck nigga, make 'em yell "Mayday"
Smoking on bomboclaat, listening to reggae
See the picture clear like a muhfucking Blu-ray
And I know the nigga too sweet like some muhfucking Koolaid
I'ma call the play and make a touchdown
Yeah, she a buss down, tell the nigga, "What now?"
You ain't get cash, lil' nigga, don't you come around
Catch me dripping sauce even when I fly outta town
Tell my bitches gotta stick together like black and brown
Might hit the mall wit' the racks, I be cashing out
Nigga make cash off the rap, check my Catalogue
Sauce Taylor Gang been the champ put the game in a headlock
Bitch, tryna get real intimate
Told her I'm a mack, she can stop acting innocent,
Caught me a lick, played his ass like an instrument
Do ya like Ja Rule Call me "Sauce 50 Cent"
Yeah, I got the season, I ain't talking cinammon
Feeling like Curtis Jackson when he made many men
I done seen dope fiends smoke outta soda cans
Told a bitch, she can hit the door if she don't like the program
What's that coming out the speakers? Ether
Yeah, I got stripes like a zebra
I remember selling pies, I ain't talking bout pieces
Got a bad lil' diva, I'ma call her mamacita
Seen him out and he ran like a cheetah
Superhero like Spiderman but I'm not Peter
In a war with the racks, I'on like to swipe Visa's
In the trap wit' the heater, selling white, no Bieber, ayy (Ooh)

Know what I'm sayin'? Ooh
Know where I come from, know what I'm sayin'? Get it on
[?] know what I'm sayin'? My nigga got it (Ooh, ooh, ayy)