Hitman Heazy - Big Tyme Willie Lyrics

Getting lit up like the 4th of July
Looked real high to the passenger side
I said do you wanna hit 375
Do you wanna get lost in El Paso tonight
Getting lit up like the 4th of July
Looked real high to the passenger side
I said do you wanna hit 375
Do you wanna get lost in El Paso tonight
Jay-z album might just "Black Out"
Shorty drunk you know she gone act out
Talking tough you know she gone tap out
3 am blowing that back out
Haters can't hear em' you know that pack out
Going at the rim shooting like (blacow)
Can't get near em the boy too agile
Break em off the flow too fragile
Disorientated
Heazy the major I sworn in in Vegas
Polo and cookies forming a fragrance
Speaking in money that's my native language
I heard you complaining I don't entertain it
I smoke in the AM
You baking I'm baking but nah it ain't bacon
I'm faded and faded for your information
Triple my takings
What difference it making?
She hot as Nevada
We kick it with Satan
My rear view is shaking
My vision is shaky
It must just be all of the drugs we been taking
I like a variety
Hard to get high as me
Welcome here to high society
We just been rolling up ain't no anxiety
Paparazzi on my dick ain't no privacy
Living my slogan
It's live for the moment it's not persona
It's personal nigga
I hate being sober
My heart blue as Grover
It's colder I'd rather preserve a lil' bit of it
I swear it's over for you lil' posers
You not the illest in Nebraska my nigga
Penny for your thoughts in penny loafers cause you know I ain't never tripping off of shit
Getting lit up like the 4th of July
Looked real high to the passenger side
I said do you wanna hit 375
Do you wanna get lost in El Paso tonight
Getting lit up like the 4th of July
Looked real high to the passenger side
I said do you wanna hit 375
Do you wanna get lost in El Paso tonight
Hot as Tabasco
Marijuana no tobacco
Roping money rubber lassos
Dodging 12 take back roads
Hang some shit talkers
I'm talking about some real assholes
Just know when ya bitch calling
Everybody in the group chat know
Brim of my hat low
She say I talk slow
She say I'm country
Short got ass though
I got some ammo
I been shooting at the bunny's
She got the Backwoods
I got the joint rolled
Either way it's gonna be lovely
Wish there horses racing Kentucky
Cause tonight I'm feel lucky
Let's a trip
We been sitting sideways all day
Counting the money
Hit a haters hate with a straight face
And a fresh fade you know how we coming
Sunday to Sunday
Pockets thicker than chicken dumplings
And side a stuffing
Eating like I'm a billionaire
Now that there is a Warren Buffet
Ain't no spurs on us
In my Nikes
Swerve on em
Man the nerve of em
Messing with my psyche
Hard to hear someone
When the weed humming
In my ear drumming
Like I I
In my chest thumping
Got the horses running
In the dirt under em
And I think we lost Out in El Paso
We so high you should alert someone
Getting lit up like the 4th of July
Looked real high to the passenger side
I said do you wanna hit 375
Do you wanna get lost in El Paso tonight
Getting lit up like the 4th of July
Looked real high to the passenger side
I said do you wanna hit 375
Do you wanna get lost in El Paso tonight