Big Hittah
(专辑: Only The Generals Part II - 2021)
Yeah, yeah Wassam? Huh? Wassam? Yeah 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 controlling in here Yeah, yeah, I
go everywhere by myself, so you might not notice the
kid Big hitta for the
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cartel I'm the
real thing, wassam, lil' bitch? Out in public, no dap, lil' bitch Already knowing 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 respecting 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 talking, 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 controlling 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
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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 cooking 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 thumbing 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 dumping 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 jumping 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 controlling 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
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