101 Sound, Big Wild Dawg, Big Wild Dawg, Big 101 Sound When you poppin', every time you move, you gotta move with a rocket Lookin' at the Jew, you see a pool and a faucet Side hit the mill, come straight from the trap We got a coconut smell, but it hit like we boxin' She only ate the dick, but she still sayin' toxic She know I got racks, so she do it most sloppy Percocet, I can't feel my body, but she ain't gettin' shit Outta none of these pockets, no, she ain't gettin' shit Outta none of these wallets, broke down the boat Just to smoke out a botch, I ain't need me a plug I'm the whole damn psyche, can't nail down opp Come on the road, block it, sippin' on Wocky Pop me a Roxy, know they gon' watch me Built for this shit, nigga, how they gon' stop me? I was just loadin' up shit on the dialy I feel like fly, I don't need nobody Big dawg, I'm for real, I don't need cosignin' Might go get me a cat or a scat, no mileage In the city where I'm from, we in hell, no God Play with hoop, nigga, play with Wock, know they dyin' Mic jack, go to Woffie, get a 20, make it shine I ain't never had shit, now the motherfucker dyin' Wop got me out the trench, I had murder on my mind In the plug, Jack Carl said, third on the line Need to pee up in the east and need to pee up in the west He ain't grabbin' two, then it's on to the next Thirteen with my daddy, watchin' niggas get finessed On the first and the third, gettin' everybody check Make a block through here again, gettin' everybody scratch I done made it out, so I'll make you fuck, nigga, Nick Don't know what I want, new jacket, put the check Flex when you poppin', every time you move, you gotta move with a rocket Lookin at your shoe, you see a pool in the faucet Zark hit the mail cone, scraped from the trap Got a coconut smell, but he hit like with boxes She don't la...the deck, but she still sayin' toxic Know I got racks, so she do it Mosch like it Off her purse, said I can't feel my body But she ain't gettin' shit outta none of these pockets Every time you move, you gotta move with a rocket Lookin at your shoe, you see a pool in the faucet Zark hit the mail cone, scraped from the trap And got a coconut smell, but he hit like with boxes She don't la...the deck, but she still sayin' toxic She know I got racks, so she do it Mosch like it Off her purse, said I can't feel my body But she ain't gettin' shit outta none of these pockets Can't nobody pop shit the way I pop it Million dollar watch on my wrist, no cappin' Say he got money, where it went, what happens? I'm a Gucci man, get rich, go platinum I know the feds watchin', but a 12 can't stop it The bills came and I pulled up with shoppin' Pull up in the dun and the top start droppin' They let me out of jail and the price start hoppin' Cartel mailbox money, so dirty you can smell my money I'm a crook by money, if you owe me, better pay my money So rich that I weigh my money and I look like money And I don't really need new friends I'ma say that shit again, you ain't never killed no man So you can never fit in my skin, it's big Gucci man Every time you move, you gotta move with a rocket Lookin' at the jewelry, see a pool in the faucet So I hit the mail, come straight from the trap It got a coconut smell, but it hit like we boxin' She only ate the dick, but she still sayin' toxic Know I got racks, so she do it Mosch like it Off her purse, said I can't feel my body But she ain't gettin' shit outta none of these pockets Same young n***a, still postin' a trick On the plane with a opp, bout to go off in the seat I don't even like flyin', can't move with a stick Caught my junk out the jungle, he gon' pull up with a stick On the phone with him now, he gon' pull up by six Talkin' bout tappin' in, I ain't tappin' in shit He ain't tappin' on me before a n***a got rich My homie pop a Percocet, doctor say he had reached Smokin' weed and cake, ain't nobody married in this bitch From the street now, a n***a really married to this shit I was broke, then a bitch, now I'm havin' all the script Need blue cheese, tell her nothin' added to the mix Went for noodle with the cracker steak, add it on the list Got a Glock 17, nothin' added but it's sweet Got this shit up out the mud, went and hand it to a n***a Before they label me a rat, they gon' label me a killer Thanks for watching!