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Biscotti In The Air

 

Biscotti In The Air


(Hah hah) this nigga crazy (Yes sir)
Ay say something on the mic
Bitch, I'm high as fuck (Yes sir)
Let me hear that on the second verse (Yeah)
(Bitch)
Smoking cookie crisp (Yeah)
Stupid bitch, yeah, all that shit
Fuck yo' Glock, I need a gun with bigger tits, all that shit

Fuck yo' Glock, I need a gun with bigger tits (Oh yeah)
Pop that 30, not that 10, I need a bigger itch (Oh yeah)
I got a job for you hoes, finding a bigger bitch (Oh yeah)
Try'na move that cocaine by the zip, hide it by yo' tits (Oh yeah)
Young rich niggas, we rare (Uh-huh)
All the hoes stop and stare (Uh-huh)
Louis V underwear (Uh-huh)
VVS solar flare (Uh-huh)
Eskimo polar bear (Uh-huh)
Designer I wear (Uh-huh)
Bad vibes over there (Uh-huh)
In my recliner chair, putting biscotti in the air

Whole lotta gang shit (yeah), Kel-tec go bang (huh)
Bust out a brain, ice on my wrists and baguettes to the name
Mess up them glizzies and run to the bang
All black truck, pull out
Kel-tec talk in the backseat (Pull out)
Fuck nigga run like a track meet (Pull out)
Pop out, aim at him, knocked out
Then I put the top down
Turn up the music, yeah rock out
I need fellatio, my cock out
I don't trust you, I've still got my Glock out
I used to stay two doors down
From a crackhouse
2 years later I was working in the crackhouse
Niggas running in and twerking in the crackhouse
I was smoking extendos, and white outs
My two jeans and timbos yeah
My shirt collar polo yeah, from TJ Max yeah on the low yeah
Came from a long way those days
If I could go back there I could go there
Cause I had all my bros there
Nevermind, I don't wanna go there

Fuck your Glock, I need a gun with bigger tits (Oh yeah)
Pop that 30, not that 10, I need a bigger itch (Oh yeah)
I got a job for you hoes, finding a bigger bitch (Oh yeah)
Tryna move that cocaine by the zip, hide it by your tits (Oh yeah)
Young rich niggas, we rare (Uh-huh)
All the hoes stop and stare (Uh-huh)
Louis V underwear (Uh-huh)
VVS solar flare (Uh-huh)
Eskimo polar bear (Uh-huh)
Designer I wear (Uh-huh)
Bad vibes over there (Uh-huh)
In my recliner chair, putting biscotti in the air

I'm surfing on the waves, numbing all the pain
Novocaine with the percs
I'm outta my body, gimme that biscotti, I ain't coming back to earth (Nuh-huh)
Without that money, I best believe he ain't gon kill nobody (Ha-ha)
My niggas don't need no money, if I tell em' they gon' kill somebody (Brr-brr-Brr)

Uh, yeah, nigga, what's good?
Four of my niggas riding through yo hood
Uh, yeah, wish you would, who do you think you are and should
Uh yeah, getting in good, leave 'em laying on the front porch like his house haunted (Yeah)
Roll up woods, pour up mud, let's get stuck (Bitch)
Where'd all the real ones go? We the only real ones, uh (That's for real)
We in yo' place, get in the way, we gon' kill some (That's for real)
I miss my dog, let me fall, make him feel us (Us)
Won't stop 'till we see blood, make him feel the real us (Baow, baow, baow)
Pain in they veins, bullets tear, leave a stain (Yeah)
From the pain in our brains when they took what I gained (Uh, uh)
Now the days ain't the same
Make me wanna scream out they names (Let's go)
No reply, so we getting high, plotting on the other side

Fuck your Glock, I need a gun with bigger tits (Oh yeah)
Pop that 30, not that 10, I need a bigger itch (Oh yeah)
I got a job for you hoes, finding a bigger bitch (Oh yeah)
Tryna move that cocaine by the zip, hide it by your tits (Oh yeah)
Young rich niggas, we rare (Uh-huh)
All the hoes stop and stare (Uh-huh)
Louis V underwear (Uh-huh)
VVS solar flare (Uh-huh)
Eskimo polar bear (Uh-huh)
Designer I wear (Uh-huh)
Bad vibes over there (Uh-huh)
In my recliner chair, putting biscotti in the air

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