Benny the Butcher & Lil Wayne

Benny the Butcher & Lil Wayne – Big Dog Lyrics

Big Dog

Benny the Butcher & Lil Wayne

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"Big Dog." - Benny the Butcher & Lil Wayne

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 08:42 am

Album: Big Dog - Single

Track No: 01

Yeah, you know?
Ah, the Big Dog, the Butchy
You know? You know? Right?
Alchemist
Straight like that
I don't understand when **** be like, "Be fair"
****, life ain't fair, ****
Be fair to what? Who?
Yeah, yo
King of New York, a Buffalo ****, okay, I said it
Okay, I said it
I hear you rappers claimin' the crown, if you want it, you gotta come get it, yeah
New A.M.G. came revvin', hol' up, oh, I want that new 911, aight
Walk in that bitch, spendin' cash, so it ain't no need to run up my credit
We the Sopranos, bitch, them **** who like to buy guns and ice out infinity links (Ice)
Workin' the pot, nah, that ain't water, it's Monster Energy drink
You probably know me from narcotic dealin', I can't go back
Can't go back
Already know what I gave them traps
Gave them traps
My criminal record ain't on wax, I made those racks
Birdman dropped me right off at the front and I came through fresh
**** be like, "What's those?"
Knew you was lame, but you can't do less than a fake new check
Man, y'all doin' bad
Pop a G6, he put on his shades, look up, then it's game time, ****
That's my lil' homie, the one with the mask on throwin' gang signs
If we ain't the Mob, you trippin', I pay for titties and kid's 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 fuck for money, one fuck 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 on Butch, the ho got ghosted
Ho got ghosted
Then she tried to extort me with a pic', and I said, "Post it" (Go 'head)
**** still tryna diss **** for the clout, call that motion?
That ain't it
Black Soprano Family gettin' to it
Y'all ain't been up since COVID
Broke ass ****
Came a long way from the bottom
The hood thinkin' I forgot 'em
How could I?
Met Gala with a chicken on the table, feelin' like I'm Tiana
Started in my mother bedroom, now I got a eight-room-casa (Eight)
Y'all **** way too confident
****, we today's new mafia, it's Butch
I guess this how it feel to be a Big Dog
I'm a long way from that brick of Fentanyl
Made my driver wait outside while I hit raw
**** play with Butch and hit that brick wall
Guess this 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
**** 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, **** that be barkin' turn to Hush Puppies
Fuck 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 juug you
The mute be on the blooka, that's the Uzi with the shusher
The doobies lookin' fuller and the jewels be full of boogers
Diamonds cover the watch face like a Sunni and a Muslim
Got the hoochies and the hookers, with the booties and the bosoms
Snipers like Kevin Durant, shooters be like Devin Booker
I'm a Black Soprano, the keys whiter than a black piano
Your female dog suck my Cocker Spaniel
That's a dog ho, I smack the dog shit out your dawg, though
For that doggy bag, I send yo' ass where all dogs go, Tunechi
I guess this how it feel to be a Big Dog
I'm a long way from that brick of Fentanyl
Made my driver wait outside while I hit raw
**** play with Butch and hit that brick wall
Guess this 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
**** play with Butch and hit that brick wall
I guess this how it feel to be a Big Dog
I'm everywhere, you know that
I'm a long way from that brick of Fentanyl
My driver wait outside while I hit raw
I'll be fifteen minutes
**** play with Butch and hit that 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
My driver wait outside while I hit raw
Hold up, hold up
**** play with Butch and hit that brick wall, ah
Brick wall

Writer(s): Jeremie Pennick, Alan Maman & Lil Wayne.

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