Big Dogs ft. Yung Paolo Lyrics

Tell 'em what it do, Paul

Big dogs, tell 'em sit

I'm pushing the weight, now I'm pullin' my grip

Now I gotta stay fit

You placing a brick, while I'm movin' that shit

Now I'm takin' a risk

I need like two chromes in my whip

And a two-tone on my wrist

We started as two kids on the strip

Now we runnin' the 43 to the sixth

Still movin' the pack, tella

Fuck takin' a charge, we gon' bail out

I was just runnin' from twelve, tryin' to sail out

Two days later, I'm sendin' the mail out

Talkin' money, bring the bread out

Whole lotta shots, I done let out

All of these opps, I done fed out

And how the fuck I got the feds out?

I had them chains on me, I was in and out

But my hood, man, you cannot go in and out

You get flipped like a burger, like In-N-Out

Better watch ya' mouth, all my sinners out

Fuck a 30, we got 40's out

We got .50 cal's on that 60th route

When I'm 70, I won't have any doubts

We got two 40s, that's a 80 round

Now, bitch I'm on demon time, what you talkin' bout?

If you want wok, then I'm finna go walk 'em out

I'm finna toss it out

Call up my youngins and bring all the toasters out

I ain't no toddler now

I'm runnin' the main city like it's D.C

Feelin' like Drizzy, but I'm from BT

Stick to the following, you cannot be me

Fuck all the politics, you cannot beat me, nah

Ask me, I'm spinnin, ain't leavin, got vision

You crackas is fienin, huh?

You pussies be leavin

I'm juggin, finessin' my way till this shit gon' be even

Yeah, I'm steady talkin' to the rest

And they thinkin' they cheese gon' be bigger than Venus

Yeah, yeah, I came strong, bustin' a 40 like King Kong

And we smokin' the opps from the same bong

Still finessin' the cops, that's a lame job

And we smokin' on Bm, a little joint

Don't you whip out a gun, that's a little toy

Smoking on Vali and Lil Troy

Now he lonely, that boy ain't got no choice

Big dogs, tell 'em sit

I'm pushing the weight, and I'm pullin' my grip

Now I gotta stay fit

I'm placing a brick, while I'm movin' that shit

Now I'm takin' a risk

I need like two chromes in my whip

And a two-tone on my wrist

We started as two kids on the strip

Now we runnin' the 43 to the sixth

Big dogs, tell 'em sit

I'm pushing the weight, now I'm pullin' my grip

Now I gotta stay fit

You placing a brick, while I'm movin' that shit

Now I'm takin' a risk

I need like two chromes in my whip

And a two-tone on my wrist

We started as two kids on the strip

Now we runnin' the 43 to the sixth

Still movin' the pack, tella

Fuck takin' a charge, we gon' bail out

I was just runnin' from twelve, tryin' to sail out

Two days later, I'm sendin' the mail out

Talkin' money, bring the bread out

Whole lotta shots, I done let out

All of these opps, I done fed out

And how the fuck I got the feds out?