BigWalkDog - Protect Me From Evil lyrics

Hey (I'm Harry, Harry Potter) hey
Hey yeah, I put up all half
(Pablo crazy for this motherfucker)
BigWalkDog hey hey ha hey

Protect me from evil
That's what I say to this heater
Every time I leave the house
I know if you need it
Knowin' you really don't need it
Just wanna see me give it out (Huh?)
I bet the bank I got different amounts
I put a Patek into my accounts
The bigger the risk, the bigger the house
The bigger the fool, the figure it out
Hey, I'm looking up
Got my head in the clouds
Hopin' they watching the ground
When I do a show
Ain't no use to patting me down
New poppin' with thirty some rounds
Might get me a pop and a
Deuce and I dirty somethin' down
He a lick 'cause they heard he got pounds
Go do a show
Then I prolly go shoot back to the town
Told my cousin to short me one down
Got it right out the mud
I prolly couldn't walk through a flood
One-eleven, mix water with blood
Had to see what it was
You prolly see what it does
The streets ain't got no more love
I show my diamond to both of the judges
They want the choppas
I really wasn't budgin'
Ain't talking 'bout time
But that been out the question
Showed them my status
They got off the subject like, fuck it
Might turn to a Christian
While dodgin' these bullets
Only see money, he died for the hustle
Don't know one another
Won't die for each other
I been told my mama I'd die for my brother
He talk how I talk
He touch six figures yearly
Six-figures jewelry, a pot of detergent
I had to go get me some money, it was urgent
Can't say you were walking
You ain't hop out Suburban
They know that I'm that nigga
Ain't gotta be worried
Gon' stay in they lane
They ain't gotta be tourin'
Got fifty on me, all blue and it's early
Got fifty on me with a switch conversion
Can't never fake pay or cross
You just to purge bitch, I'm the one
Ain't no other way to word it
Big legend, I double, can't put on my jersey
Go and cross you like AI
Three shooters like Curry
Put a twenty on the truck
Pull up drippin' and servin'
Show my mama four hundred
She preachin' the sermon
The money the subject
I teach what I'm learnin'
Ain't no way over here
The bridges been burning
For these niggas paternity
Got rich 'cause I earned it
I sent money for Christmas
Thanksgiving for turkeys
I promise I'm working
Won't pop no more Perkies
Plus when I'm thirsty
My pop been up searchin'
She got her a Benz and might get her a Birkin
See you with Chanel
They know everything working
No, it ain't perfect, but working
For certain you know I'm gon' ride 'til
They open the curtains
You know you were here when
My pockets was hurtin'
I carry the load, fix all of the burdens
I'm cut like that
It ain't come from no surgery
Got all this shit off working and servin'
Been rappin' with wordplay
Trappin' since Thursday
First in the whole state
Show you a whole thing
At the show with choppas with no aim
Hit one button and empty the whole thing
When he get on the 'yo, he gon' go claim it
I came straight out the Trick, had no name
When you come from the bottom, it's yo' game
Come from ramen and crackers to lo mein

Hey, pray to the Lord, my soul to keep
Hustle and sleep, we all gon' eat
Got two for the one and one for the freak
They take away places, then how you gon' eat?
They know where you live
Then how you gon' sleep?
How you gon' creep? Nigga, how you gon' beef?
Tryna be some shit that you probably won't be
Hey, pray to the Lord, my soul to keep
Hustle and sleep, we all gon' eat
Got two for the one and one for the freak
They take away places, then how you gon' eat?
They know where you live
Then how you gon' sleep?
How you gon' creep? Nigga, how you gon' beef?
Tryna be some shit that you probably won't be