44 BullDog Lyrics by Pop Smoke is latest English song with music also given by MoraBeats & MobzBeatz. 44 BullDog song lyrics are written by Pop Smoke.
44 BullDog Song Detail
Singer: Pop Smoke
Composer: MoraBeats, MobzBeatz
Lyrics by: Pop Smoke
44 BullDog Pop Smoke
Uh, ha
Brodie gon’ what?
Brodie gon’ (Woo)
Brodie gon’ what?
Brodie gon’ (Woo)
Brodie gon’ get that, get that
Brodie gon’ brrt that, brrt that
Brodie gon’ what?
Brodie gon’ (Woo)
Brodie gon’ what?
Brodie gon’ (Woo)
Brodie gon’ brrt that, brrt that
Brodie gon’ get that, get that
Brodie gon’ what?
Brodie gon’ (Woo)
Brodie gon’ what?
Brodie gon’ (Woo)
Grrt
.44 Bulldog, make ’em get back (Bah)
I ain’t with the talk or the chit chat (Uh-huh)
All you hatin’ ass ni**as better sit back (Boom)
Or you gon’ be the next one to get they shit snatched (Boom, boom)
Free Milly Gz out the cage, he was buckin’ (Grrt)
I need the alc’ ’cause I’m allergic to the cuffin’ (Oh)
And I ain’t with the talk or discussions (Look)
Know some ni**as that’ll shoot you for nothin’ (Grrt)
I call Dread, that’s the new Tom Brady
Ni**as gettin’ no bread ’cause they lazy (Lazy)
Let me tell ya why the opp ni**as hate me (Why they hate?)
‘Cause all the opp ni**as know I be flexin’ (Flexin’)
And I did fifteen on my check-in (Uh)
And it’s big Louboutin when I’m steppin’ (Steppin’)
And it’s big .38 for the weapon (Grrt)
Or I call J.R. with the Wesson (Grrt-bah)
They call Trav, call me Filayo (Filayo)
Ni**as know you got the apes on the payroll
Ni**as slide through ya block with a Draco (Bah)
Ni**a nun, do a move if I say no (Nah)
Dunk on that ni**a, Tatum (Woo)
All of y’all ni**as, Dave ’em (Uh-huh)
Stay with the sauce, Haitians (Woo, grrt-bah)
Big 23, sanctioned (Okay)
.44 Bulldog, make ’em get back (Bah, grrt)
I ain’t with the talk or the chit chat (Brrt)
All you hatin’ ass ni**as better sit back (Sit back)
Or you gon’ be the next one to get they shit snatched
Free Milly Gz out the cage, he was buckin’ (Uh-huh)
I need the alc’ ’cause I’m allergic to the cuffin’ (Bah)
And I ain’t with the talk or discussions (Uh-huh)
Know some ni**as that’ll shoot you for nothin’ (Grrt)
Sun out (Boom), gun out (Boom)
Run down, what now? (Bah)
Flossy, the jungle the playground (Bah)
Back out the chop, we gon’ spray rounds (Bah)
Big Fendi bag, no Sprayground (Boom)
Aim for your head, we don’t spray ground (Uh-huh)
Everybody know that I’m GG (Uh)
I’m still in the hood, smokin’ headlight (Brrt)
Do you know the ’09 to the 2T? (Bah)
Posted in the Floss, they be wildin’ (Bah)
Brodie got locked for the hammer (Woo)
Free Rock, get off the island (Boom)
’09 to the Glock like dem wayz (Dem wayz)
And I keep a chop like sensei (Uh)
Ni**as move hot, I ain’t say nothin’ (Bah)
‘Cause I’ma lay low ’til that day come (Woo)
.44 Bulldog, make ’em get back (Get back)
I ain’t with the talk or the chit chat (Bah)
All you hatin’ ass ni**as better sit back (Bah)
Or you gon’ be the next one to get they shit snatched (Grrt)
Free Milly Gz out the cage, he was buckin’ (Bah)
I need the alc’ ’cause I’m allergic to the cuffin’ (Boom)
And I ain’t with the talk or discussions (Uh-huh)
Know some ni**as that’ll shoot you for nothin’ (Woo)