Biscotti In The Air

[00:00.44] (Hah hah) this nigga crazy (Yes sir)

[00:05.48] Ay say somethin' on the mic

[00:07.60] Bitch, I'm high as fuck (Yes sir)

[00:09.73] Let me hear that on the second verse (Yeah)

[00:16.11] (Bitch)

[00:17.71] Smokin' cookie crisp (Yeah)

[00:19.83] Stupid bitch, yeah, all that shit

[00:23.54] Fuck yo' Glock, I need a gun with bigger tits, all that shit

[00:27.00] Fuck yo' Glock, I need a gun with bigger tits (Oh yeah)

[00:30.19] Pop that 30, not that 10, I need a bigger itch (Oh yeah)

[00:33.37] I got a job for you hoes, finding a bigger bitch (Oh yeah)

[00:37.10] Try'na move that cocaine by the zip, hide it by yo' tits (Oh yeah)

[00:41.07] Young rich niggas, we rare (Uh-huh)

[00:42.67] All the hoes stop and stare (Uh-huh)

[00:44.82] Louis V underwear (Uh-huh)

[00:46.41] VVS solar flare (Uh-huh)

[00:48.00] Eskimo polar bear (Uh-huh)

[00:49.87] Designer I wear (Uh-huh)

[00:51.72] Bad vibes over there (Uh-huh)

[00:53.31] In my recliner chair, putting biscotti in the air

[00:57.03] Whole lotta gang shit (yeah), Kel-tec go bang (huh)

[01:00.50] Bust out a brain, ice on my wrists and baguettes to the name

[01:03.14] Mess up them glizzies and run to the bang

[01:04.99] All black truck, pull out

[01:06.32] Kel-tec talk in the backseat (Pull out)

[01:07.93] Fuck nigga run like a track meet (Pull out)

[01:10.31] Pop out, aim at him, knocked out

[01:11.55] Then I put the top down

[01:12.61] Turn up the music, yeah rock out

[01:13.67] I need fellatio, my cock out

[01:15.53] I don't trust you, I've still got my Glock out

[01:17.12] I used to stay two doors down

[01:20.05] From a crackhouse

[01:20.86] 2 years later I was workin' in the crackhouse

[01:22.44] Niggas runnin' in and twerking in the crackhouse

[01:24.30] I was smoking extendos, and white outs

[01:26.17] My two jeans and timbos yeah

[01:27.76] My shirt collar polo yeah, from TJ Max yeah on the low yeah

[01:29.61] Came from a long way those days

[01:31.22] If I could go back there I could go there

[01:34.92] Cause I had all my bros there

[01:36.52] Nevermind, I don't wanna go there

[01:37.86] Fuck your Glock, I need a gun with bigger tits (Oh yeah)

[01:40.78] Pop that 30, not that 10, I need a bigger itch (Oh yeah)

[01:43.97] I got a job for you hoes, finding a bigger bitch (Oh yeah)

[01:47.42] Tryna move that cocaine by the zip, hide it by your tits (Oh yeah)

[01:51.67] Young rich niggas, we rare (Uh-huh)

[01:53.27] All the hoes stop and stare (Uh-huh)

[01:55.12] Louis V underwear (Uh-huh)

[01:56.73] VVS solar flare (Uh-huh)

[01:58.57] Eskimo polar bear (Uh-huh)

[02:00.44] Designer I wear (Uh-huh)

[02:02.04] Bad vibes over there (Uh-huh)

[02:03.90] In my recliner chair, putting biscotti in the air

[02:07.08] I'm surfin' on the waves, numbin' all the pain

[02:09.21] Novocaine with the percs

[02:11.06] I'm outta my body, gimme that biscotti, I ain't comin' back to earth (Nuh-huh)

[02:14.52] Without that money, I best believe he ain't gon kill nobody (Ha-ha)

[02:17.70] My niggas don't need no money, if I tell em' they gon' kill somebody (Brr-brr-Brr)

[02:20.90] Uh, yeah, nigga, what's good?

[02:22.49] Four of my niggas ridin' through yo hood

[02:24.61] Uh, yeah, wish you would, who do you think you are and should

[02:27.81] Uh yeah, gettin' in good, leave 'em laying on the front porch like his house haunted (Yeah)

[02:32.05] Roll up woods, pour up mud, let's get stuck (Bitch)

[02:35.24] Where'd all the real ones go? We the only real ones, uh (That's for real)

[02:38.69] We in yo' place, get in the way, we gon' kill some (That's for real)

[02:42.14] I miss my dog, let me fall, make him feel us (Us)

[02:45.33] Won't stop 'till we see blood, make him feel the real us (Baow, baow, baow)

[02:48.78] Pain in they veins, bullets tear, leave a stain (Yeah)

[02:52.23] From the pain in our brains when they took what I gained (Uh, uh)

[02:56.48] Now the days ain't the same

[02:57.55] Make me wanna scream out they names (Let's go)

[02:59.15] No reply, so we gettin' high, plottin' on the other side

[03:03.13] Fuck your Glock, I need a gun with bigger tits (Oh yeah)

[03:05.25] Pop that 30, not that 10, I need a bigger itch (Oh yeah)

[03:08.71] I got a job for you hoes, finding a bigger bitch (Oh yeah)

[03:12.16] Tryna move that cocaine by the zip, hide it by your tits (Oh yeah)

[03:16.14] Young rich niggas, we rare (Uh-huh)

[03:18.00] All the hoes stop and stare (Uh-huh)

[03:19.86] Louis V underwear (Uh-huh)

[03:21.46] VVS solar flare (Uh-huh)

[03:23.31] Eskimo polar bear (Uh-huh)

[03:25.18] Designer I wear (Uh-huh)

[03:27.04] Bad vibes over there (Uh-huh)

[03:28.63] In my recliner chair, putting biscotti in the air