Biscotti in the Air

(Hah hah) This nigga crazy (Yes sir) Ay say somethin' on the mic Bitch, I'm high as fuck (Yes sir) Let me hear that on the second verse (Yeah) (Bitch) Smokin' 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 workin' in the crackhouse Niggas runnin' 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 surfin' on the waves, numbin' all the pain Novocaine with the percs I'm outta my body, gimme that biscotti I ain't comin' 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 ridin' through yo hood Uh, yeah, wish you would Who do you think you are and should Uh yeah, gettin' 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 gettin' high Plottin' 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