Biscotti Biscuit

[Intro]

And still I'm on air, let the beat air out

Ahem, yeah, hmm, yeah, uh, uh

Bullet witcho name on it, nigga

Bullet witcho name on it

Uh, look

[Verse 1]

Violate the mob I got a bullet witcha name on it (Uh)

Them niggas talking when I seen 'em no they ain't want it (Them niggas quiet now)

They say they pulling up tonight, well, bitch, I ain't running (What's good?)

And I ain't worried 'bout your gun you ain't gon' spray nothing (You ain't gon' shoot shit)

I'll have my youngin kick his door and they gon' take something (Go get that)

Pistol whip you with this 40, tryna break something (Hahahaha!)

I'll pull up in the hood from Dutchess left the Wraith running (I left my shit running)

A nigga run up I'ma fucking violate something (Boom boom!)

I'm drinking 'Gnac, smoking Gorilla Glue number four (I'm smokin' gas, nigga)

I don't fuck with you so what you want my number for? (Fuck outta here)

I probably wouldn't even answer if you fucking called (Hello?)

I'm with your bitch, I'm sticking dick all in her fucking jaw (Haah!)

That little bread you saving, homie, that's my sneaker money (Cap)

I could've went and bought a Rollie with my feature money (Hahahaha!)

I heard them niggas dissing, heard them niggas reaching for me (They hatin')

Well, I stay with a couple shooters, they gon' squeeze it for me, grrah (Brrrrr)

[Chorus]

Backwood, got Biscotti in it (Cap)

The Maybach got the shotty in it (Uh)

Uh, it's laying on the back seat (I got it)

I hope a nigga wanna see what's popping wit' it (What's good?)

Heh, blowing thick clouds in the clouds (Uhuh)

I took over the game, I know my mama proud (I know she proud of me)

Yeah, look at me now (Look at me now)

I know my old bitch hate to look at me now, yeah (haaah)

[Verse 2]

Nigga, fuck all the talking, if you want you can get it

Fifty rounds in this chopper and bitch I want you to feel it (Brr brr, brr brr)

Ask around about Machine, they say I'm one of the realest

Told that bitch "get that pussy ready, I'm coming to kill it"

You wasn't using your head, so I'm coming to peel it

You got hate in your blood, so, bitch, I'm coming to spill it (Boom boom boom!)

I had that crack in the kitchen, I whipped it up in the skillet (Whip up)

I know my style is too wavy, them niggas wanting to steal it (Haah)

I paid a rack for my britches, two stacks for my slippers (Uh)

I might just run in Blue Flame and throw a few racks on the strippers (Woo)

I'm like ten stacks past them with my passionate vision

All my niggas get the cash and like that's a religion (Amen)

Everything I rap about believe I actually did it (That's facts)

Go and ask 'em, boy, I'm really 'bout that action, I'm with it, I swear (Ask any nigga)

Blowing thick clouds in the clouds (What you smokin'?)

Busting bricks down since a child

Machine

[Chorus]

Backwood, got Biscotti in it (I'm smokin' gas)

The Maybach got the shotty in it (Haah)

Uh, it's laying on the back seat (Uhuh)

I hope a nigga wanna see what's popping with it (Run up, [?])

Blowing thick clouds in the clouds (Uhuh)

I took over the game, I know my mama proud (Hahahaha!)

Yeah, look at me now (I'm good, baby)

I know my old bitch hate to look at me now (I know she mad right now)

[Outro]

Yeah, hehe, damn, I know that bitch mad

I mean, look how I love her, look

This ain't the same, I'm rich, baby

Hmm, yeah

Now look at you, stuck with that fuck nigga, hahahaha!

Ahhhh!