Big Dawg lyrics

[Intro]
June, you're a genius

[Chorus: Yung Booke]
Let 'em go, dawg
You really having pressure 'bout a hoe, dawg
They ain't say your name in that real n*gga, role call
You're just another pus*y n*gga claimin yo dawg
Woah, big dawg on the block and you a poodle n*gga
Young n*gga ain't tryna go to school, he tryna shoot a n*gga
Ain't no room on my team, we ain't recruitin' n*ggas
If you are not here tryna get money, I can't even cool it with you

[Verse 1: Yung Booke]
Percocets only , don't be passing me no Molly (uh uh)
Just took back a ten, now I'm all way out my body
Call 12, f*ck 'em, they ain't stopping us from wildin'
Tryna jack, a dummy mission
You can wacked as soon as you try it
I got stripes just like a Zebra
With the heart of a lion (yeah)
Got in the game to show off
b*tch I'm Dion in his prime
Day shift at the flame, I was tryin' to kill time
But ending up stand a lil' bit long
Cause the stripper kind of fine
Alexander McQueen me
Rocky night hoe free me
Sip lean 'till I'm sleepy
She f*cked round & tipi
Big bad wolf, I come through, blow your house down
You probably could freestyle to this beat
Made By this Glock sound
n*gga, you ain't fooling me
n*gga came through, you ain't bust your gun
Lil' n*gga, you ain't cool with me
You ain’t stood no block
n*gga run no funds
You ain't go to no school with me
How the f*ck you claimin' gang?
You can ask around them big dawgs
And these big nuts, I let them hang, n*gga
[Chorus: Yung Booke]
Let 'em go, dawg
You really having pressure 'bout a hoe, dawg
They ain't say your name in that real n*gga, role call
You're just another pus*y n*gga claimin yo dawg
Woah, big dawg on the block and you a poodle n*gga
Young n*gga ain't tryna go to school, he tryna shoot a n*gga
Ain't no room on my team, we ain't recruitin' n*ggas
If you are not here tryna get money, I can't even cool it with you

[Verse 2: Tokyo Jetz]
Cut the chit-chat, f*ck it
We won't spare sh*t, I'm like go 'head bust it
Big dawg, big sh*t
One move, that's it
Only f*cking with a bankroll
Kidnap a b*tch for a case load
Shooters move when I say so
Paint that b*tch Red like makeup
Pop sh*t, spend sh*t
Hold dat, roll this
Won't beef about no b*tch
Hit both y'all, I won't miss
All this talkin' you tripping
Wit Booke so much started think I'm crippin
Big licks, gold mouth bih been ratchet
Bih play pus*y, I'ma spazz
You ain't from around here, you cappin
And all my n*ggas robbing or they trappin
I don't want to link in nothin'
We are not friends and we are not buddies
Tell em just chill, you just want to kick it
Only f*ck wit me, you just be a witness
Face card good in the hood like Ace
If you're scared, go to church like Ma$e
Pop a n*gga top, no face
Put a opp n*gga on First Fourty Eight
Can't go out sad, beat the case
We ain't wanna f*ck, what a n*gga think
Red bottoms, no bottom two c's on the bag
Tryna fake kick it, I see why they mad
Broke n*ggas always telling you what they have
We talking 'bout now leave that in tha past, b*tch
[Chorus: Yung Booke]
Let 'em go, dawg
You really having pressure 'bout a hoe, dawg
They ain't say your name in that real n*gga, role call
You're just another pus*y n*gga claimin yo dawg
Woah, big dawg on the block and you a poodle n*gga
Young n*gga ain't tryna go to school, he tryna shoot a n*gga
Ain't no room on my team, we ain't recruitin' n*ggas
If you are not here tryna get money, I can't even cool it with you