Big dawg pt2 Lyrics

F.P., man

Big foe

Yhop

Ain't no competition, niggas suck

You niggas pushin' 30, tryna rap, give it up

F.P.'s takin' over, bitch, I'm cocky as the fuck

I done dropped my nuts, play with me, get touched

This shit different cause I'm buggin' up, uh

Comin' up, yeah, I'm the runner-up, uh

Runnin' up, yeah, bitch, I'm runnin' up, uh

Comin' up, yeah, bitch, I'm comin' up

I can't stop till I touch a fuckin' hundred plus

I'm the best one, I'm the next one

Get to tweakin', tryna kill, bitch, I'm tryna stretch some

Just did a hunnid push-ups, bitch, I'm tryna flex some

Tryna wreck some

Gang tryna fuck, he ain't tryna text nun

Got her ridding to the beat

She starin', so dat mean she tryna ride all on my meat

I'm tryna get rich, bitch, I ain't tryna sleep

The whole box finna be bangin' dat F.P

Look, I'm the best, you see

Too raw, bitch, I'm hard-headed

Fuck up with that weave, bitch, you really fuckin' ball-headed

Actin' like you from the struggle, bitch, you really spoon-fedded

I done pulled way better bitches than Hannah Reddick

Look, I done came up with the looks, came up with the rap

Tryna catch a body wait correction, tryna catch a hat

Fiend for murder more than pussy, tell me somethin' wrong with that

Route four uptown, at 16 claimin' that

I'm that nigga, you ain't gon' do shit

The bros know how I get, guaranteed to shoot shit

Steeze said, if it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense

That's why I'm all about my fuckin' blue strips, dumbass

Moonwalkin' onna song, lyrics hittin' to the bone

Need a clingy, bitch, cause with me, you ain't goin' home

Bitch, and you better be cool with givin' dome

Bitch, stay away if you feelin' that I'm wrong

Yhop, big foe' shit, man

Mr. Pop, my shit, man