BIG DAWG ft. OCD Kupid Lyrics

Yeah, haha

Bitch

Ay, come on

Only cash driven, motha fucker

Ay, hit him in the chest, got his stomach aching

Getting hard to breathe, he need medication

Don't test me, G, check my reputation

The rap game sick, and people need saving

And the mainstream artists need a new replacement

I'ma cut up the body and throw him in the basement

Then I'ma fuck up on the shotty, ain't having a baby

Go pop me an ex, get with it, turn crazy

Bitch, I'm a big dog, I ain't doing discussion

I up it and let my stick talk

I was hustling, off of the drugs and tussling

Lately, I been having withdrawals

I been sippin' on drank, smoking on dank

Roll the roof down on the way to the bank

I'ma go run up a bag today

Buy VVS and put them in my face, ughh

Fuckin' your mother, did it with no rubber

Kick him with the cutter, cuz I'm from the gutter

When it a spin, it started ripping through his denim

It gone send him like six feet under

Bitch I'm the shit go get me a plunger

Fuckin' on a bad bitch under the Louis V covers

Striking like lightning, but it sound like thunder

OCD Skee, yeah, that's my brother

Bitch, I'm a big dog, I ain't doing discussion

I up it and let my stick talk

I was hustling, off of the drugs and tussling

Lately, I been having withdrawals

I been sippin drank, smoking on dank

Roll the roof down on the way to the bank

I'ma go run up a bag today

Buy VVS and put them in my face, ughh

Wrist froze, sub-zero

In the 256, I'm the hometown hero

I don't fuck with these rappers, they really some weirdos

Toe tagg and wrap em' up just like burritos

Hand in my bag like I'm reaching for Cheetos

Bullets gon' eat up his head like Doritos

Free all my guys locked up or on PO

Whenever I shoot, don't miss like I'm D-Rose

Bitch, I'm a push-up on any man

Slide up in the minivan

And when it get hot, my glock finna pop

And it's giving him a tan

I'ma cut a filet if he thinking shit funny

He ain't a comedian, he can't stand

And bitch, I'm crazy about these M&Ms

But my first name ain't Stan, uh

Bitch, I ain't Mr. Clean, you need some listerine

all of that shit, they coming out your mouth

Big city steppin' and always be reppin'

But you know I'm claiming that big dirty South

Don't come in your section unless I got a weapon

You need some correction, I'll air this bitch out

Only cash-driven, we got your bitch smitten

I think Kupid finna dog your bitch out

Let me off the leash, I'ma turn to a beast

I'ma make it a feast, pulling up in your city

Said fuck the mayor and his whole damn committee

I got it on lock and we finna get busy

Let me know who in this bitch really with me

So I can get to chopping heads off of snakes

Know that chopper finna make that boy dizzy

But when he fall bodybags in the lake

And please don't be late, I ain't got time to waste

I'm on a paper chase, trying to figure out my route

If I call you up, tell you that it's going down

Better be ready, put 10 toes on the ground

Be steady every time you hear the chopper sound

Can't show fear every time we come around

Buzzing like a bee, then we got to stomp him out

Hit him with the stinger, I call that a hundred rounds

Wrote a subpoena, got hit with the nina

Got hit with the beamer

I need a clean up crew, somebody call Stanley Steamer

Big Dawg walk in the room, change this whole demeanor

Only cash driven bitch, we keep them heaters

Bitch, I'm a big dog, I ain't doing discussion

I up it and let my stick talk

I was hustling, off of the drugs and tussling

Lately, I been having withdrawals

I been sippin drank, smoking on dank

Roll the roof down on the way to the bank

I'ma go run up a bag today

Buy VVS and put them in my face, ughh

Bitch, I'm a big dog, I ain't doing discussion

I up it and let my stick talk

I was hustling, off of the drugs and tussling

Lately, I been having withdrawals

I been sippin drank, smoking on dank

Roll the roof down on the way to the bank

I'ma go run up a bag today

Buy VVS and put them in my face, ughh