BIG DAWG ft. Keko Lyrics

(Fuck the fire, we got grease)

Yeah

Ayy

Bitch

What

Say he want what?

Jack just want a drink

Yeah, hand me dat

It's Quan, nigga

Don't forget the dogg, nigga

He was dissin on the net

Chopper hit him like a bat

I was broke, home alone

Now I'm trying to get a check

You know I got that TEC for

Anybody wanna press

If you thinkin' it's a game, no 2K

We got them next

If you thinkin' it's a foul, we finna treat them like the ref

Free my baby will up out them gates & we don't fuck with rats

If you wanna disrespect, Draco shooting at your neck

Goofy acting like he big dawg, we'll treat his ass like stretch

Yeah, you know I got my chopper, we be spinning every block

High speed chase for the cops and I will never stop

Ho's like the way I rock, but I ain't talking about The Rock

Keep on acting like you Ronnie, you gonna get that head shot

In the city with your bitch, and yeah, you know she giving top

Twenty-three up in the Glock, you already know he getting flopped

Put you on just like some crocs

Mess with me, you getting popped

I'm the god in my city

So don't be looking for quan

I'm still in it

Chopper, hit him up like Ricky

You ain't going back like Biggie

Got that .45 on me

Make you do the dance like Shiggy

Chopper, fill him up with hollows

They can't stand the rain like Missy

I don't fuck with no court dates

I know 12 gon' get me

If I had a tether on, I'm still gon' hit him with that glizzy

BBE, that's the business

Little goofies, get up with me

Acting like you was the king, but you was never in my city, pussy

Acting like you was the king, but you was never in my city

Beating down your damn block like the Grinch, we taking shit

Acting like you was the king, but you was never in my city

They spin the block and best believe that I'ma hit they ass back

Kept on talking all that shit until they dumbass got clapped

They like some fucking hoes

All they do is chit chat

Got your pole took and you ain't even getting that shit back

Fuck that, you know it's bad to the basics

It's getting stacks

On the road with your ho and yeah, you know she countin racks

Bad bitches in the club and yeah, you know they shaking ass

I'm a young nigga with knowledge

All I'm saying is get a bag

Back up in this bitch again

I keep my F&N

High as hell up in the whip

I'm smoking all these zips again

Niggas kept on talking all that shit until we kill they mans

On the high speed chase

I got a baddie right beside me, man

These niggas keep on dissing on me

Nigga, kill me then

I'm from the south side of the L

You know I'm toting all these sticks again

I'm with the crew and yeah, you know we dropping bands again

And Big Bands entertainment, yeah, we is the coldest, man

Hot boy, we got them switches and we sending hits

Beating down your damn block like the Grinch, we taking shit

Beating down your damn block like the Grinch, we taking shit

Acting like you was the king, but you was never in my city