Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, my nigga, hold up, you want you a bag
Runnin' up to the money so much, my nigga, I'm always goin' to the bag
They say K9"why you still rappin' and shit, my nigga, don't you got class"
Yeah, my nigga, but class come with fame, and you don't got that
But I can show the way, I'm a teacher, just gotta pass this test
Do what I say, best believe, there won't be no stress
Gotta work the tech, and the fit, baddie doin' strips
Time to show a trick, get that money, go and make it flip
I'm not gonna hold ya, gotta kill em, gotta get em gone
Bout to hit the stu, smoke a shhh, yeah that shit strong
I'm the chosen one, I'm legit, nigga, I'm the shit
Got a main homie, with a switch, he ready to shoot that shit
Go and put em down, in the grave, do it for the homies
Rock out in the show, with the bros, we look like Zack and Cody
Got a 40 on me, nigga, try me, you know how it go, lil' homie
Damn her pussy wet, when I touch it, it sound like macaroni
Time I get it off, off the chest, I ain't with that weak shit
F*ck Camden Lee, and his homies, they on some sweet shit
F*ck every nigga, that think, K9 is not the shit
Hope you die one day, tragic morning, you ain't even see the day
I'ma get it off, my nigga, and then make hella bricks
Shawty threw it back on a nigga, okay, now take this dick
Never had a dog like me, well, I'ma go teach ya bitch
Swervin' in the lane so much, yeah, y'all can't catch this shit
Crackers on my ass, I'm goin' fast, I'm pushin' to the mode
This a Ford Escape, but one button, it go in sports mode
Granny always told me to stay cool in case it get hot
But I'm on the stove, I'm cookin' up, this that straight drop
I got me some green, and the cookies, call it Oreo
People call it bread, and the cheddar, I say provolone
Traps in the house, home safe, just like it's home alone
Never in the wrong, always right, just call me Mr. Holmes
I got me some rookies, on the team, they tryna elevate
They just tryna scope, on the opps, they go eliminate
I don't do that shit, I just let em, cause I'm paper chasin
I'ma set the rules, right now, this that Trap Nation
BigDog K9 - MY NIGGA Lyrics
BigDog K9 - MY NIGGA Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
English
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, my nigga, hold up, you want you a bag
Runnin' up to the money so much, my nigga, I'm always goin' to the bag
They say K9"why you still rappin' and shit, my nigga, don't you got class"
Yeah, my nigga, but class come with fame, and you don't got that
But I can show the way, I'm a teacher, just gotta pass this test
Do what I say, best believe, there won't be no stress
Gotta work the tech, and the fit, baddie doin' strips
Time to show a trick, get that money, go and make it flip
I'm not gonna hold ya, gotta kill em, gotta get em gone
Bout to hit the stu, smoke a shhh, yeah that shit strong
I'm the chosen one, I'm legit, nigga, I'm the shit
Got a main homie, with a switch, he ready to shoot that shit
Go and put em down, in the grave, do it for the homies
Rock out in the show, with the bros, we look like Zack and Cody
Got a 40 on me, nigga, try me, you know how it go, lil' homie
Damn her pussy wet, when I touch it, it sound like macaroni
Time I get it off, off the chest, I ain't with that weak shit
F*ck Camden Lee, and his homies, they on some sweet shit
F*ck every nigga, that think, K9 is not the shit
Hope you die one day, tragic morning, you ain't even see the day
I'ma get it off, my nigga, and then make hella bricks
Shawty threw it back on a nigga, okay, now take this dick
Never had a dog like me, well, I'ma go teach ya bitch
Swervin' in the lane so much, yeah, y'all can't catch this shit
Crackers on my ass, I'm goin' fast, I'm pushin' to the mode
This a Ford Escape, but one button, it go in sports mode
Granny always told me to stay cool in case it get hot
But I'm on the stove, I'm cookin' up, this that straight drop
I got me some green, and the cookies, call it Oreo
People call it bread, and the cheddar, I say provolone
Traps in the house, home safe, just like it's home alone
Never in the wrong, always right, just call me Mr. Holmes
I got me some rookies, on the team, they tryna elevate
They just tryna scope, on the opps, they go eliminate
I don't do that shit, I just let em, cause I'm paper chasin
I'ma set the rules, right now, this that Trap Nation
Runnin' up to the money so much, my nigga, I'm always goin' to the bag
They say K9"why you still rappin' and shit, my nigga, don't you got class"
Yeah, my nigga, but class come with fame, and you don't got that
But I can show the way, I'm a teacher, just gotta pass this test
Do what I say, best believe, there won't be no stress
Gotta work the tech, and the fit, baddie doin' strips
Time to show a trick, get that money, go and make it flip
I'm not gonna hold ya, gotta kill em, gotta get em gone
Bout to hit the stu, smoke a shhh, yeah that shit strong
I'm the chosen one, I'm legit, nigga, I'm the shit
Got a main homie, with a switch, he ready to shoot that shit
Go and put em down, in the grave, do it for the homies
Rock out in the show, with the bros, we look like Zack and Cody
Got a 40 on me, nigga, try me, you know how it go, lil' homie
Damn her pussy wet, when I touch it, it sound like macaroni
Time I get it off, off the chest, I ain't with that weak shit
F*ck Camden Lee, and his homies, they on some sweet shit
F*ck every nigga, that think, K9 is not the shit
Hope you die one day, tragic morning, you ain't even see the day
I'ma get it off, my nigga, and then make hella bricks
Shawty threw it back on a nigga, okay, now take this dick
Never had a dog like me, well, I'ma go teach ya bitch
Swervin' in the lane so much, yeah, y'all can't catch this shit
Crackers on my ass, I'm goin' fast, I'm pushin' to the mode
This a Ford Escape, but one button, it go in sports mode
Granny always told me to stay cool in case it get hot
But I'm on the stove, I'm cookin' up, this that straight drop
I got me some green, and the cookies, call it Oreo
People call it bread, and the cheddar, I say provolone
Traps in the house, home safe, just like it's home alone
Never in the wrong, always right, just call me Mr. Holmes
I got me some rookies, on the team, they tryna elevate
They just tryna scope, on the opps, they go eliminate
I don't do that shit, I just let em, cause I'm paper chasin
I'ma set the rules, right now, this that Trap Nation
Writer: Dre’Quan Thomas
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid