Kevin Gates – Big Hittah Lyrics | Official Video

Lyrics Big Hittah – Kevin Gates

They say a b**ch n**ga 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 deek with a razor in her mouth
Bite down on the back

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

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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..④

I’m the real thing, wassam, lil’ b**ch
Out in public, no dap, lil’ b**ch
Already knowin’ you ain’t that lil’ b**ch
Lot of n**gas be cap, lil’ b**ch
Aw, yeah, I’m ’bout to jump in the coupe
With the retractable roof
Oh well, I got the men in this b**ch
And they wanna go with they move

Ooh, left Yorkville, went to Stateville
They respectin’ me like Jeff Fort
I’m one of them men beloved, yes, sir
Upright and independent, that’s us
They just be talkin’, call a n**ga’s bluff
I go retarded with it in the clutch
I keep it humble, I ain’t never stutter, n**ga
I’ll pop a n**ga in the..

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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..④

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, worth 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
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 b**ch 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..④…

➤ Written by Kevin Gates, Outtatown & Star Boy
Album: Only The Generals Part II
Produced by Outtatown & Star Boy
Kevin Gates | 2021

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