Benny the Butcher – Big Dog Lyrics

Benny the Butcher Big Dog Lyrics (feat. Lil Wayne)

Yeah, you know?
Ah, the big dog, the Butchy
You know? You know? Right?
Hahahahaha
Straight like that
I don’t understand when n****s be like, “Be fair”
Nigga, life ain’t fair, n****
Be fair to what? Who?
Yeah, yeah

King of New York to Buffalo, n****, okay, I said it (I said it)
I hear you rappers claimin’ the crown, if you want it, you gotta come get it, yeah
New MG, hold up, oh, I want that new 9/11, alright
Walk in that bitch spendin’ cash, so it ain’t no need to run up my credit
We the Sopranos, bitch, them n****s who like to buy guns and ice out infinity links (Ice)
Workin’ the pot, nah, that ain’t water, it’s Monster energy drink (Woo)
You probably know me from narcotic dealin’, I can’t go back
Already know what I gave them traps (I gave them traps)
My criminal record ain’t no wax, I made those racks (Those racks)
Birdman dropped me right off at the from and I came through fresh
(Niggas be like, “What’s wrong”)
New you was lame, but you can’t do less with a fake new check
(Y’all doin’ bad)
Pop a G6, he put on his shades, look up, then it’s game time, n****
That’s my lil’ homie, the one with the mask on (Yeah) throwin’ gang signs
(Yeah, yo)
If you ain’t the mob, I’m trippin’, I pay for titties in case tuition (Yeah, all that)
Then, made my homies celebrities, took ’em on tour with, me fresh out of prison (Fresh out)
Got two hoes on my line and I don’t hit neither back ’cause I ain’t with it (I ain’t with that)
One f**k for money, one f**k then want some money, so, it ain’t no difference (It’s the same thing)
And the last ho that tried to run that game with Butch, the ho got ghosted (Ho got ghosted)
Then, she tried to extort me with a pic’, and, I said, “Post it” (Go ‘head)
Niggas still tryna diss n****s for the color, call that, “Motion?” (That ain’t it)
Black Soprano Family gettin’ to it
Y’all ain’t ben up since COVID (Broke ass n****s)
Came a long way from the bottom
The hood thinkin’ I forgot ’em (How can I?)
Met Gala with the chicken on the table, feelin’ like I’m Tiana
Started in my mother bedroom, now, I got a eight room casa (Eight)
Y’all n****s way too confident, n****, we today’s new mafia (Butch)

I guess this is how it feel to be a big dog (I’m a big one man)
I’m a long way from that brick of fentanyl
Man, my driver wait outside, while I hit raw
Niggas play with Butch and hit that brick wall
This is how it feel to be a big dog
I’m a long way from that brick of fentanyl
Man, my driver wait outside, while I hit raw
Niggas play with Butch and hit that brick wall

New Orleans to Buffalo
Big dog, Siberian Husky flow
I’ve been a big dog since a puppy though
My kennel is a bungalow
You can walk the dog, I still run this ho
Run from me, n****s that be bought can turn to hush puppies
F**k money, I throw bread out, like I’m duck-huntin’
Bitches on me like fleas, but I don’t need no bugs, bunny
Tunechi and the Butcher, I shoot you, he’ll jugg you
The mute be on the plucker, that’s the Uzi with the shusher
The doobies lookin’ fuller and the jewels be full of boogers
Diamonds cover the watch face, like Missoni and the Muslims
Got the hoochies and the hookers, with the booties and the buzzers
Snipers like Kevin Durant, shooters be like Devin Booker
I’m a Black Soprano, your keys whiter than a black piano
You female dog suck my cocker spaniel
That’s a dog ho, I smack the dog shit out your dawg though
For that do**y bag, I send your ass where all dogs go, Tunechi

I guess this is how it feel to be a big dog (The biggest, man)
I’m a long way from that brick of fentanyl
Man, my driver wait outside, while I hit raw
Niggas play with Butch and hit that brick wall
This is how it feel to be a big dog
I’m a long way from that brick of fentanyl
Driver wait outside, while I hit raw
Niggas play with Butch and hit that brick wall
I guess this is how it feel to be a big dog (I’m everywhere you know that)
I’m a long way from that brick of fentanyl (Huh)
My driver wait outside, while I hit raw (I’ll be fifteen minutes)
Niggas play with Butch and hit that brick wall (Brick wall)
I guess this how it feel to be a big dog (Play with us)
I’m a long way from that brick of fentanyl (My industry)
Man, my driver wait outside, while I hit raw (Hold up, hold up)
Niggas play with Butch and hit that brick wall (Brick wall, ah)

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  • Written by: Benny the Butcher, Lil Wayne
  • Album: Big Dog
  • Released: 2023