BIG DAWG Lyrics – FERG

Read the full BIG DAWG lyrics by FERG along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro]
Hustle game too real
(??) cap on tilt
All the pretty girls popping pu*sy on the way

[Verse 1]
Big dog stand about 8’10”
Rich n!gga, park the Wraith by the gym
Heavy chains, n!gga, my gems has a gem
Don’t call me Ferg, n!gga, I’m him
Red got caught with eighteen M’s
Dust in the box, free my n!ggas out the pen
Bad b!tch, ass busting through the hems
Wanna fu*k, shoot her with my Ray Bans
I’m Jigga n!gga, I don’t even shake hands
Eight figure n!gga, I don’t even shake bands
Need this n!gga deal, all I do is chase bags
“Ferg, why your mouth looking like a avalanche?”
Hawaiian Punch, coupe leave ’em in a trance
Wifey in the suites, side b!tches in the stands
Crowd going crazy every time my wrist dance
Crowd going crazy every time my b!tch dance

[Chorus]
Too trill, getting mills
Three wheels, spinning wheels
New grill, feeling chills
Ooh, I’m getting cake
Hustle game too real
(??) cap on tilt
All the pretty girls popping pu*sy on the way

[Verse 2]
Big Ferg, big cars, live large
Canary yellow wrist, you can say I’m pissed off
Where I’m from there’s still a couple bodies in the wall
Where I’m from they put a couple bodies in the wall

Dead ass n!gga, fu*k is you, Nardwaur?
Dead ass n!gga, leave him by the sidewalk
Selling (??) that money talk
Salad bowl, salad bowl, yeah, that money talk
We steady mobbing, killers and some robbers
You don’t wanna fu*k with me
Got Sam in the cut with me
Your b!tch in the truck with me
I’m a G, yeah

[Chorus]
Too trill, getting mills
Three wheels, spinning wheels
New grill, feeling chills
Ooh, I’m getting cake
Hustle game too real
(??) cap on tilt
All the pretty girls popping pu*sy on the way