BigWalkDog – Day in the Life Lyrics

Day in the Life Lyrics by BigWalkDog

[Intro]
(Lod)
(Goliath the G.O.A.T.)
Ha, ha
Hey

[Chorus]
This like the day of the life of the biggest
Take off the ice, left it all in the kitchen (Brr)
Was on the floor, now it’s up to the ceilin’ (Brr)
No cap and no kidding (Hey)
This like the trap days with the digits
If we were racin’, we already winnin’
Ain’t pinchin’ no penny, but grippin’ these Benjis (Skrrt)
Why must you not get it? (Hey)
And still’ll go all black for the Richie, still’ll go all gold on the pendant (Woo)
Still’ll put fifty bands in the engine as long as they print it
Tryna put all these bands in my britches
You just a beginner, lil’ nigga (Hey, hey), for real (Hey)
Hey, and this ain’t the beginning (Uh-uh)

[Verse 1]
This truck got ring like Olympics (Ha-ha)
They never seen one where I’m livin’ (Uh-uh)
This ain’t no dream car what I’m bendin’
Ain’t no sleepin’ in it (What?), ain’t no sleepin’ in it
He just a hype man for the trenches (Ha-ha)
He ain’t never save a life in his city (Nope)
He ain’t never took a life in the bity, that young nigga kiddin’, he just be pretending (Hey)
Woke up in the city, last night made a fifty (A fifty)
Not off the rap, but got pints in the kitchen
Dishwash a pack with no dishwashin’ liquid
Ain’t seen a play or this ho in a minute (I know it)
Ain’t even ate in this ho in a minute (Uh-uh)
I made a play off some shit we invented
One-eleven nights, I pray for a milli’
All through the day, outside tryna get it
Ain’t-ain’t ain’t got a choice, it’s survival of the fittest
Apes and gorilla come jump in your fences
What you gon’ do when you run to a killer?
He gettin’ paid to turn you to some scrilla
Put you in the old day reminiscing
Think about granny with all of them switches
Jump off the porch, hit the ground doin’ sixty
Left everything but his mask and his glizzy (Hey)

[Chorus]
This like the day of the life of the biggest
Take off the ice, left it all in the kitchen (Brr)
Was on the floor, now it’s up to the ceilin’ (Brr)
No cap and no kidding (Hey)
This like the trap days with the digits
If we were racin’, we already winnin’
Ain’t pinchin’ no penny, but grippin’ these Benjis (Skrrt)
Why must you not get it? (Hey)
And still’ll go all black for the Richie, still’ll go all gold on the pendant (Woo)
Still’ll put fifty bands in the engine as long as they print it
Tryna put all these bands in my britches
You just a beginner, lil’ nigga (Hey, hey), for real (Hey)
Hey, and this ain’t the beginning

[Verse 2]
Still got a long time ’til we finish (Long-long time)
Walk got a gold mind out the trenches
You can get cloth-lined (Ha, ha) for the money sign, that’s how we going ’bout this business (Ha, frrt)
Ain’t got no back and forth for them niggas (Back and forth)
Chop hit all over like the measles
Cartier bifocal, see the eagle
Michael Jackson leather coat, red features (Red)
Ran through a hundred bands on the Visa (A hundred bands)
Went got a condo just off me speakin’
Before I fall off, I’ll invest in the pieces (Bling)
Black out the cars and trucks like the Geekers (Geekers)
Just cover your skull when you cut off the leeches
Jump in the water, blood still’ll be leakin’
There’s sharks in that water, they’re ready to eat you (Ha, ha)
That just like streets, but except, it got people
But I’m at the bank, I’m depositing people (President)
Peep out the hate and divide it from evil
But still’ll mask up like the COVID
My time like the Rollie, they ain’t wanna show me no teaching (Bling)
But we ain’t trippin’, now it’s up like we reaching
Now we calling plays away from the bleachers
I’ve been tryna sway away from the reaper
But if you play, wrap ’em up like it’s easy (It’s easy, hey)
[Chorus]
This like the day of the life of the biggest
Take off the ice, left it all in the kitchen (Brr)
Was on the floor, now it’s up to the ceilin’ (Brr)
No cap and no kidding (Hey)
This like the trap days with the digits
If we were racin’, we already winnin’
Ain’t pinchin’ no penny, but grippin’ these Benjis (Skrrt)
Why must you not get it? (Hey)
And still’ll go all black for the Richie, still’ll go all gold on the pendant (Woo)
Still’ll put fifty bands in the engine as long as they print it
Tryna put all these bands in my britches
You just a beginner, lil’ nigga (Hey, hey), for real (Hey)
Hey, and this ain’t the beginning