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