Big Dawg lyrics

[Intro]
(CashMoneyAP)
(Kio, Kio)

[Chorus: Quin NFN]
Since a youngin' I was taught to go get my cake up
It got me clutchin' my Glock soon as I wake up
And if we gotta get it in blood, he still gon' pay up
We comin' straight out the mud, this sh*t ain't made up

[Verse 1: NLE Choppa]
We toted hundred-round drums, n*gga, it's a homicide
My n*ggas, they be steppin' and wreckin' and they got mob ties
Brand new Corvette, I want it, and n*gga [?]
I'm a big dawg in the game, you a small fry
Just had a talk with my n*gga, he say he tired of that gutter sh*t
He told me stay up out the way and watch out who I'm f*ckin' with
If a n*gga want some pressures, swear to God you know it's up with it
Like I'm playin' freeze tag, ain't nobody touchin' me
I put some shots up in his back, if that n*gga try to run off
With that rеd beam on his nose, make that n*gga look likе Rudolph
HIV up in my cup, cause this sh*t I'm sippin' too raw
And if he want some f*ckin' beef, 7.62 knocked his shoes off
I got some skinnies on, but the glizzy pokin' out my fit
I think my Glock turnin' gay, cause it always got a di*k
My choppa overheated, so I bought a coolin' kit
You know I rollin' peace, I put suppressors on my sticks, ayy
I told my n*gga calm down, we gon' get 'em outta ghetto
When it's time to rock and roll, no, I'm clutchin' on my metal
All gas, no brakes, b*tch, my foot up on the pedal
And if he dissin' on my name, we gon' turn him to a vegetable
[Chorus: Quin NFN]
Since a youngin' I was taught to go get my cake up
It got me clutchin' my Glock soon as I wake up
And if we gotta get it in blood, he still gon' pay up
We comin' straight out the mud, this sh*t ain't made up

[Verse 2: Quin NFN]
Your bro just put a di*k on the glizzy, It's time to slide
I been feelin' like a f*cker for makin' my mama cry
No fudge, ain't no I can't go if you play, it's a homicide
I'ma grow up in the jungle, he rumble just to survive
It's like [?], n*gga, when you gotta lose or somethin'
Come tryna jack and I'ma end up on the news or somethin'
They think I run with handy-mandy, I'm toolin' somethin'
I'm Michael Jackson with this ratchet, get the move and somethin'
b*tch, they know when it's time to slide, b*tch, they gon' make excuses
So I ain't tryna fake the vibe, act like we can cool it
I just seen my n*gga die and he was still a student
So if you play, I'm slingin' five for any certain movement
My n*ggas slide and they get active
Get the wildin' with them ratchets
n*ggas gotta know I ballin' I'm on time like we in practice
Been five like I'm a dragon, break a spine when I'm stacked
Had many days when I was broke, I had to find a way to stack
We gon' slide in Balenciaga, my youngin's bout that drama
Ran up a lot of commas cause I was born a problem
Clip it, 012, we gave him nine like equal dollars
Stay to yourself and watch how many people fall
[Chorus: Quin NFN]
Since a youngin' I was taught to go get my cake up
It got me clutchin' my Glock soon as I wake up
And if we gotta get it in blood, he still gon' pay up
We comin' straight out the mud, this sh*t ain't made up
Since a youngin' I was taught to go get my cake up
It got me clutchin' my Glock soon as I wake up
And if we gotta get it in blood, he still gon' pay up
We comin' straight out the mud, this sh*t ain't made up