Big Dawg Lyrics – Lil Durk ft. Chief Wuk

[Intro: Lil Durk]
She want that big bag
She don't want that lil' girl sh!t
I just get mad when you on that lil' girl sh!t
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Drink a six down, tell your bro to stop to get a kit
Worth them Ms, now me and my lil' brother got a stick
Drunk a Xan down, woke up and forgot what I had said
My sh!t jet brown, new Dior sneakers kinda sl!ck
(Why would I lie on him?)
Think he sl!ck 'cause he tried to take his brother off
(Why would I lie on him?)
One n!gga can't stop the killings, only money talk
(Why would I lie on him?)
Gotta watch the sneaky hoes snatching rubbers off
(Why would I lie on him?)
I told you to your face, you're a snake
So cut the brother talk (Why would I lie?)
Tried to skrrt off, you get clapped though
Let the thirty off
Ever shot at in a Maybach, knock your curtains off
I feel like n!ggas gonna tell you start the prayer talk
I aggravated you, you dumb, you scratched the numbers off
Oh, hell nah, Chicago star, don't want them bell bums
Could've got out early, but they caught him with a cellphone
You can't tell me nothing, I'm with the murders, I'ma stand on it
You can't tell me nothing, them n!ggas different
Can't compare 'em to me
Pull up with a stick, pull up with a big gun
Pull up with a stick, pull up with a stick, uh
Hit up with a switch, he don't even know where he hit from
Worried 'bout my b!tch
You don't even knowing what your b!tch doing, uh
I'm so rich I bring the barber in the club
I'm so rich, I'm with the robbers in the club
You end up snitching, then you not a part of us
B!tch, this a Patek, this is not a Cartier

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Where you get that sh!t from?
Where you get that sh!t from?
Where you get that sh!t from?
Where you get that sh!t from?
Where you get that sh!t from?
Where you get that sh!t from?
Where you get that sh!t from?
Where you get that sh!t from?

[Verse 2: Chief Wuk & Lil Durk]
This n!gga called my phone, fifty grams
N!gga, that's patty cake
I don't even f**k around with no scales
N!gga, that's petty weight
All my b!tches be in the kitchen cooking
Got they as* baking cakes
Could've went to school for culinary arts
I would've went every day
Thought I'd have my CDL license, f**ked up that interstate
Hit the road, getting to that cash, b!tch, I'm a heavyweight
I'm a big dawg, I'm a big dawg, I'm a big
(Go, go, go, man, what?)
I'm a big dawg, I'm a big dawg, I'm a big dawg (Go, go, go)
I'm a problem with that trapping sh!t
Don't call my phone if you ain't never f**king wrapped a brick
A thousand-eight grams I cop, I need my whole l!ck
Got reputation in the trenches, I don't ever miss

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Where you get that sh!t from?
Where you get that sh!t from?
Where you get that sh!t from?
Where you get that sh!t from?
Where you get that sh!t from?
Where you get that sh!t from?
Where you get that sh!t from?
Where you get that sh!t from?
Where you get that sh!t from?
Where you get that sh!t from?
Where you get that sh!t from?
Where you get that sh!t from?
Where you get that sh!t from?
Where you get that sh!t from?
Where you get that sh!t from?
Where you get that sh!t from?