Lyrics Big Hittah - kevin gates
Yeah
Wassam?
Huh?
Wassam?
Ha
Uh
Cartel
boss
They
say
a
bitch
nigga
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′
bitch?
Out
in
public,
no
dap,
lil′
bitch
Already
knowin'
you
ain′t
that
lil'
bitch
Lot
of
niggas
be
cap,
lil′
bitch
Aw,
yeah,
I'm
′bout
to
jump
in
the
coupe
With
the
retractable
roof
Oh,
well,
I
got
the
men
in
this
bitch
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
nigga′s
bluff
I
go
retarded
with
it
in
the
clutch
I
keep
it
humble,
I
ain't
never
stutter,
nigga,
I′ll
pop
a
nigga
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
63
grams
And
cookin'
the
two
in
a
split,
woah
Hoоk
in
the
bag,
a
hоok
in
the
jab
No
singles,
that′s
all
I
got
left
They
either
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
bitch
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
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