Kevin Gates - Big Hittah lyrics

Yeah, yeah Wassam? Huh? Wassam? Yeah Uh Cartel boss They say a b*tch ni**a tryna take mine, put his brake line on a flat Came through the pipeline on the grapevine, I'm a lifeline, that's a fact I check her mouth out with a flashlight, search a nightgown with a strap She might just eat dick with a razor in her mouth, bite down on the back (Woo) Might put some Visine in your drink, while you sleep, rip you out a couple racks I'll get you tied up, make you watch a real killer, hit your wife from the back Know where your crib at, get your kids snatched, big Brasi, I'ma get you whacked Don't know the whereabouts of my warehouse, 'bout to put his face in a jam Yeah, yeah, I live every day like my last, I wasn't 'posed to be here Yeah, yeah, I heard there's a bag on my head, that's why I'm posted in here Yeah, yeah, ain't gotta go in the stash, know I'm controllin' in here Yeah, yeah, I go everywhere by myself, so you might not notice the kid Big hitta for the cartel Big hitta for the cartel Big hitta for the cartel Big hitta for the cartel Big hitta for the cartel Big hitta for the cartel Big hitta for the cartel Big hitta for the cartel I'm the real thing, wassam, lil' b*tch? Out in public, no dap, lil' b*tch Already knowin' you ain't that lil' b*tch Lot of ni**as be cap, lil' b*tch Aw, yeah, I'm 'bout to jump in the coupe With the retractable roof Oh well, I got the men in this b*tch And they wanna go with they move (Oh well) Ooh, left Yorkville, went to Stateville, they respectin' me like Jeff Fort I'm one of them men beloved, yes, sir (Yes, sir) Upright and independent, that's us (That's us) They just be talkin', call a ni**a's bluff I go retarded with it in the clutch I keep it humble, I ain't never stutter, ni**a, I'll pop a ni**a in the— Yeah, yeah, I live every day like my last, I wasn't 'posed to be here Yeah, yeah, I heard there's a bag on my head, that's why I'm posted in here Yeah, yeah, ain't gotta go in the stash, know I'm controllin' in here Yeah, yeah, I go everywhere by myself, so you might not notice the kid Big hitta for the cartel Big hitta for the cartel Big hitta for the cartel Big hitta for the cartel Big hitta for the cartel Big hitta for the cartel Big hitta for the cartel Big hitta for the cartel We put the D on the ave, both feet in the lab And I'm 'bout to go in the kit, stove Heat up the slab with sixty-three grams And cookin' the two in a split, woah Hook in the bag, a hook in the jab No singles, that's all I got left Fade or come with the cash, they slip on a mask And then you get put on a shelf I'm in here thumbin' through hundreds, I'm running through money But I ain't never run out of breath I'm 'bout to meet with the runner, it come through the tunnel I'm dumpin' this here for a check They know I'm breadwinner, gunner, put that in the puddle That muzzle up under your neck I'm 'bout to punish the summer, I got this b*tch jumpin' And then I go jump on a jet Yeah, yeah, I live every day like my last, I wasn't 'posed to be here Yeah, yeah, I heard there's a bag on my head, that's why I'm posted in here Yeah, yeah, ain't gotta go in the stash, know I'm controllin' in here Yeah, yeah, I go everywhere by myself, so you might not notice the kid Big hitta for the cartel Big hitta for the cartel Big hitta for the cartel Big hitta for the cartel Big hitta for the cartel Big hitta for the cartel Big hitta for the cartel Big hitta for the cartel