Lyrical Breakdown of Big Hittah - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Big Hittah" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Kevin Gates weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Big Hittah" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Kevin Gates employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Kevin Gates's narrative.

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Wassam? Yeah Wassam? Huh? Wassam? Yeah 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 her 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 hittah for the cartel Big hittah for the cartel Big hittah for the cartel Big hittah for the cartel Big hittah for the cartel Big hittah for the cartel Big hittah for the cartel Big hittah 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 (yes, sir) 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 hittah for the cartel Big hittah for the cartel Big hittah for the cartel Big hittah for the cartel Big hittah for the cartel Big hittah for the cartel Big hittah for the cartel Big hittah 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 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 hunnids, 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 hittah for the cartel Big hittah for the cartel Big hittah for the cartel Big hittah for the cartel Big hittah for the cartel Big hittah for the cartel Big hittah for the cartel Big hittah for the cartel