Big Dawg Status Lyrics

Say Bill, it's my turn to wreck Big Dogg Status

We doing this shit all by ourselves

Some niggas made themselves off other niggas hits facts!

Big Texas shit full of playas, hustlers and macks

I normally save this shit for the end of the song but...

P.S. fuck haters all the time yeah!

Big Dogg Status shout out to Greg Abbott for all these Automatics

It's not for show but for haters and they bullshit static

Tell yo girlfriend pipe down stop being dramatic

Niggas gone hate because they stans gone become my fans

Get a zeal then act like fanatics

The positions I put yo bitch in gone be pornographic

The way I climb to the top they gone say it's systematic

Never been accused of telling I got G symptomatics

Numbers jumping up it's basic mathematics

Get my own jet I'm crossing the Atlantic

In a strange land just being diplomatic

So futuristic just surfing through galactics

Making moves you gone see me cinematic

The why I built this shit you can call me a mechanic

Try to cross our path team packing nothing but semiautomatics

Bad habits just want that puss then I'm scramming

Team be hamming wilding when we jamming

All up in her shit like I do exams damn!

Call me Jerome you got junk off up in yo trunk ma'am

Just wanna stick it I don't eat ham (That shit to salty)

Coincidental that yo fucking name is Pam

I got a lot of them niggas like Ann Frank bodies in the attic church! Pimp C

Loyalty Over that Bullshit I made it a LLC

Collecting royalties and being the king I suppose to be

But from the outside to the inside they hate on me

Nowadays everybody use that word opinion

When they really hatin and fucking pretending

Only respect you when they in yo damn presence

That shit would turn anybody into a nemesis

You building yo crew then you make them niggas some motherfucking menaces

They say they started it everybody else are apprentices look

The way that I'm defending shit you a say I'm prejudice

Hogging it all for my team yeah that's selfishness

I'm just getting rid of the niggas who not for they people that's effectiveness

That's just the business here so dry yo eyes don't cry no time for weakness here

The sickest the illest that's really killing it

They trust in they enemies that's real foolishness

You gotta stand bold against all odds that's yo willingness

The queen that you stroking should be yo healing yes!

Thank God for these blessings I'm passing them out yes!

Yeah I got some more to say you niggas my protege

I told you that bitch that you married was gone cheat she a throwaway

It's not that church is fake it's just y'all being fake on a Sunday

Doing the same thing they doing

Waiting on someone somethang to save y'all someday

He play tough towards that ho but always eating fresh like she subway

I told her she had to tease me so walk that way like she one a runway

We can take getaways like we had to runaway

I give you gifts like everyday a holiday

Get on that pill give you D break yo vertebrae

I built this shit nigga I made the passageway

Don't do it later ho do the shit straightaway

The chains that they put on our minds we have to breakaway

If not nigga you gone be a castaway

Yeah nigga L.O.B. music all in yo motherfucking ear

I know you niggas hatin mayne 1804 gang L.O.B. gang

You know what I'm saying Big Texas Shit

Heyyyyyayyyayyyyyheyyyyy baby P.S. fuck haters