Big Dawg Lyrics by Lil Durk is a New English song from the album “Almost Healed” sung by popular rapper Lil Durk featuring Chief Wuk. Lyrics of this song are penned down by Lil Durk and music produced by Chopsquad DJ.
Big Dawg Song Details
Singer : Lil Durk, Chief Wuk
Album : Almost Healed
Lyrics : Lil Durk, ATL Jacob, Chief Wuk
Music : ATL Jacob
Label : Alamo Records
Big Dawg Lyrics
She want that big bag, she don’t want that lil’ girl sh*t
I just get mad when you on that lil’ girl sh*t (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Drink a six down, tell your bro to stop to get a kit
Worth them Ms, now me and my lil’ brother got a stick
Drunk a Xan down, woke up and forgot what I had said
My sh*t jet brown, new Dior sneakers kinda slick (Why would I lie on him?)
Think he slick ’cause he tried to take his brother off (Why would I lie on him?)
One ni**a can’t stop the killings, only money talk (Why would I lie on him?)
Gotta watch the sneaky hoes snatchin’ rubbers off (Why would I lie on him?)
I told you to your face, you’re a snake, so cut the brother talk (Why would I lie?)
Tried to skrrt off, you get clapped though, let the thirty off
Ever shot at in a Maybach, knock your curtains off
I feel like ni***s gonna tell you start the prayer talk
I aggravated you, you dumb, you scratched the numbers off
Oh, hell nah, Chicago star, don’t want them bell bums
Could’ve got out early, but they caught him with a cellphone
You can’t tell me nothin’, I’m with the murders, I’ma stand on it
You can’t tell me nothin’, them ni***s different, can’t compare ’em to me
Pull up with a stick, pull up with a big gun
Pull up with a stick, pull up with a stick, uh
Hit up with a switch, he don’t even know where he hit from
Worried ’bout my b*tch, you don’t even knowin’ what your b*tch doin’, uh
I’m so rich I bring the barber in the club
I’m so rich, I’m with the robbers in the club
You end up snitchin’, then you not a part of us
B*tch, this a Patek, this is not a Cartier
Where you get that sh*t from?
Where you get that sh*t from?
Where you get that sh*t from?
Where you get that sh*t from?
Where you get that sh*t from?
Where you get that sh*t from?
Where you get that sh*t from?
Where you get that sh*t from?
This ni**a called my phone, fifty grams, ni**a, that’s patty cake
I don’t even f**k around with no scales, ni**a, that’s petty weight
All my b*tches be in the kitchen cookin’, got they a** bakin’ cakes
Could’ve went to school for culinary arts
I would’ve went every day
Thought I’d have my CDL license, f**ked up that interstate
Hit the road, gettin’ to that cash
B*tch, I’m a heavyweight
I’m a big dawg, I’m a big dawg, I’m a big
(Go, go, go, man, what?)
I’m a big dawg, I’m a big dawg, I’m a big dawg (Go, go, go)
I’m a problem with that trappin’ sh*t
Don’t call my phone if you ain’t never f**kin’ wrapped a brick
A thousand-eight grams I cop
I need my whole lick
Got reputation in the trenches
I don’t ever miss
Where you get that sh*t from?
Where you get that sh*t from?
Where you get that sh*t from?
Where you get that sh*t from?
Where you get that sh*t from?
Where you get that sh*t from?
Where you get that sh*t from?
Where you get that sh*t from?
Where you get that sh*t from?
Where you get that sh*t from?
Where you get that sh*t from?
Where you get that sh*t from?
Where you get that sh*t from?
Where you get that sh*t from?
Where you get that sh*t from?
Where you get that sh*t from?