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Al Isler - Big Red Dog Lyrics

[Intro]
(Turn me up, Lostboy)
(Ayy, say, Wicked, what up, man?)

[Chorus]
Yeah, bitch, I get paid to say these bars
Couple months ago, I was stuck outside Flathead just stealin' cars (Blaat, blaat)
Bitch, fuck YDC, I can't go back
E-Brake throw this bitch in park, four shakin' windows, couple racks (Hah)
Can't do the same shit that I used to
They can't say I ain't hard, them young niggas leak my shit on YouTube (Hah)
They said I'm a bad spirit, walk in, bitch, like the safe (BK)
Father know I'm taught, I'm in Walmart clutchin' Drac'

[Verse 1]
Yeah, bruisin' through the opp block, bust a right, I'm in that SRT8
Alphabet, baddie in the G truck, size an opp, I slang the K
Ma dukes had been knew I was fucked up, smokin' Swishers, I was eight
Middle school, ISS teacher sucked my dick, knew I wasn't gay
Blaat-blaat, yeah, big SOS, I shoot on sight
I got lil' kids itchin' for stains, twelve-year-old, Draco on the bike
Aw shit, huh, draw down with Drac', just give it up
Robbed an old-head for a bet, take out the motor, SS truck

[Chorus]
Yeah, bitch, I get paid to say these bars
Couple months ago, I was stuck outside Flathead just stealin' cars (Blaat, blaat)
Bitch, fuck YDC, I can't go back
E-Brake throw this bitch in park, four shakin' windows, couple racks (Hah)
Can't do the same shit that I used to
They can't say I ain't hard, them young niggas leak my shit on YouTube (Hah)
They said I'm a bad spirit, walk in, bitch, like the safe (BK)
Father know I'm taught, I'm in Walmart clutchin' Drac' (Wow)
[Verse 2]
I feel like I'm T.I., grab that bucket and swing that mop (Blaat)
Step on shit like Blifford, BK big red brazy dog (What?)
Wait 'til I bome back, touch down from LA, buy that 'Hawk (Hah)
Hop out with Lil Reaper, make the stick jump like a frog (Hah)
Fuck 'round and bust 'em out the chop
Fully Drac' bump out the sunroof, they wouldn't stop when I say drop
There's eighty niggas on this block, I say we leave 'em with 'bout forty
Tape the GoPro on the stick, this ain't no scope, bitch, I'm recordin'

[Chorus]
Yeah, bitch, I get paid to say these bars
Couple months ago, I was stuck outside Flathead just stealin' cars (Blaat, blaat)
Bitch, fuck YDC, I can't go back
E-Brake throw this bitch in park, four shakin' windows, couple racks (Hah)
Can't do the same shit that I used to
They can't say I ain't hard, them young niggas leak my shit on YouTube (Hah)
They said I'm a bad spirit, walk in, bitch, like the safe (BK)
Father know I'm taught, I'm in Walmart clutchin' Drac' (On Blood)