Biscotti Biscuit

And still, I'm on air, let the beat air out
Mm-mm, yeah, hmm
Ay, uh, uh
Bullet with yo' name on it, nigga
Bullet with yo' name on it
Uh, look

Violate the mob, I got a bullet with ya 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 (haha-haha)
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, 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 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 (ha!)
That little bread you saving, homie, that's my sneaker money (cap)
I could've went and bought a Rollie with my feature money (haha-haha)
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)

Backwood, got Biscotti in it (cap)
The Maybach got the shotty in it (uh)
It's laying on the back seat (I got it)
I hope the nigga wanna see what's popping wit' it (what's good?)

Blowing thick clouds in the clouds (uh-huh)
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 (ha!)

Nigga, fuck all the talking
If you want, you can get it
50 rounds in this chopper, and, bitch, I want you to feel it (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 (ha!)
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 (whoa)
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 (go ask any nigga)
Blowing thick clouds in the clouds (what you smokin'?)
Bustin' bricks down since a child, Machine

Backwood, got Biscotti in it (I'm smokin' gas)
The Maybach got the shotty in it (ha!)
Uh, it's laying on the back seat (uh-huh)
I hope a nigga wanna see what's popping with it (right up, poppin' bricks)

Blowing thick clouds in the clouds (uh-huh)
I took over the game, I know my mama proud (haha-haha)
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)

Yeah
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, haha-haha
Ah!