"Bigger (Biscotti In The Air)" lyrics
Hahahaha
This nigga crazy (Surf)
Bae, say somethin' on the mic
Bitch, I'm high as fuck, yeah, I'm high as fuck, yeah (Yo, Surf)
Let me add Ally to the second verse
She in there?
Hey
Bitch
Smokin' Cookie Crisp (Yeah)
Stupid bitch (Yeah, Hahahaha)
(808 Mafia)
All that shit
Fuck your Glock, I need a gun with bigger tits
All that shit
Fuck your Glock, I need a gun with bigger tits, uh (Oh, yeah, uh-huh)
Pop that 30, not that 10, I need a bigger itch, yeah (Oh, yeah, uh-huh)
I got a job for you hoes, finding a bigger bitch (Oh, yeah, uh-huh)
Tryna move that cocaine by the zip, hide it by your tits, yeah, uh (Oh, yeah)
Young rich niggas, we rare, uh (Uh-huh)
All the hoes stop and stare, uh (Uh-huh)
Louis V underwear, uh (Uh-huh)
VVS, solar flare, uh (Uh-huh)
Eskimo, polar bear, uh (Uh-huh)
Designer, I wear, uh (Uh-huh)
Bad vibes over there, uh-huh
In my recliner chair, puttin' biscotti in the air (Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh)
Whole lot of gang shit, Kel-Tec go bang (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
Huh, bust out the brains (Brrt)
Bust down my wrist and Baguettes is the name (Yeah)
Lace up the Guccis and run to the bank (Uh)
Double-R truck, pull out (Uh)
Kel-Tec tucked in the back seat, pull out (Brrt, brrt)
The fuck nigga run like a track meet, pull out, pop out (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
Aim at him, knock down, then I put the top down
Turn up the music, yeah, rock out (Yeah)
I need fellatio, my cock out (Yeah)
I don't trust you hoes, still got my Glock out
I used to stay two doors down from a crack house (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Two years later, I was working in the crack house (Uh-huh)
Niggas ran in, gun twerking in the crack house (Brrt, brrt)
I was smoking extendos and white owls (Yeah)
In my True jeans and Timbos, yeah
My shirt collar, Polo, yeah (Uh-huh)
From TJ Maxx for the low, yeah (Uh-huh)
Came a long way from those days, if I could go back there, I would go there (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
'Cause I had all my bros there (Uh-huh)
Never mind, I don't wanna go there
Fuck your Glock, I need a gun with bigger tits, uh (Oh, yeah, uh-huh)
Pop that 30, not that 10, I need a bigger itch, yeah (Oh, yeah, uh-huh)
I got a job for you hoes, finding a bigger bitch (Oh, yeah, uh-huh)
Tryna move that cocaine by the zip, hide it by your tits, yeah, uh (Oh, yeah, uh)
Young rich niggas, we rare, uh (Uh)
All the hoes stop and stare, uh (Uh)
Louis V underwear, uh (Uh)
VVS, solar flare, uh (Uh)
Eskimo, polar bear, uh (Uh)
Designer, I wear, uh (Uh)
Bad vibes over there, uh-huh
In my recliner chair, puttin' biscotti in the air (Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh)
I'm surfing on the wave, numbing all the pain, Novocaine with the Percs (Uh)
I'm out my body, beam me up, Scotty, I ain't coming back to Earth (Uh-uh)
Without that Molly, best believe, he ain't gon' kill nobody (Yeah)
My niggas don't need no money, if I tell 'em, they'd kill somebody (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
Uh, yeah, nigga, what's good?
Four of my niggas run through your hood (Brrt)
Uh, yeah, wish you would (Yeah)
Who do you think you are? Young Suge? (The fuck?)
Uh, yeah, gettin' him good, leave him laying on the front porch like his house haunted (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, damn)
Roll up 'Woods, pour up mud, let's get stuck (Bitch)
Where all the real ones go? We the only real ones (For real, uh)
Stay in your place, get in the way, we gon' kill some (For real)
I miss my dawgs, enemies fall, make 'em feel us (Us)
Won't stop 'til we see blood, make 'em feel the real us (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
Pain in they veins, bullets tear, leave a stain (Yeah)
From the pain in our brains when they took what I gained (Uh, uh, uh, that's facts)
Nowadays ain't the same (Uh, uh)
Make me wanna scream out they names (Fuck)
No reply, so we gettin' high, plottin' on the other side (Uh, fuck, fuck, go, go)
I need a gun with bigger tits, uh (Oh, yeah, uh-huh)
Pop that 30, not that 10, I need a bigger itch, yeah (Oh, yeah, uh-huh)
I got a job for you hoes, finding a bigger bitch (Oh, yeah, uh-huh)
Tryna move that cocaine by the zip, hide it by your tits, yeah, uh (Oh, yeah)
Uh, young rich niggas, we rare, uh (Uh)
All the hoes stop and stare, uh (Uh)
Louis V underwear, uh (Uh)
VVS, solar flare, uh (Uh)
Eskimo, polar bear, uh (Yeah)
Designer, I wear, uh (Yeah)
Bad vibes over there, uh-huh (Yeah)
In my recliner chair, puttin' biscotti in the air (Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh)
(808 Mafia)
This nigga crazy (Surf)
Bae, say somethin' on the mic
Bitch, I'm high as fuck, yeah, I'm high as fuck, yeah (Yo, Surf)
Let me add Ally to the second verse
She in there?
Hey
Bitch
Smokin' Cookie Crisp (Yeah)
Stupid bitch (Yeah, Hahahaha)
(808 Mafia)
All that shit
Fuck your Glock, I need a gun with bigger tits
All that shit
Fuck your Glock, I need a gun with bigger tits, uh (Oh, yeah, uh-huh)
Pop that 30, not that 10, I need a bigger itch, yeah (Oh, yeah, uh-huh)
I got a job for you hoes, finding a bigger bitch (Oh, yeah, uh-huh)
Tryna move that cocaine by the zip, hide it by your tits, yeah, uh (Oh, yeah)
Young rich niggas, we rare, uh (Uh-huh)
All the hoes stop and stare, uh (Uh-huh)
Louis V underwear, uh (Uh-huh)
VVS, solar flare, uh (Uh-huh)
Eskimo, polar bear, uh (Uh-huh)
Designer, I wear, uh (Uh-huh)
Bad vibes over there, uh-huh
In my recliner chair, puttin' biscotti in the air (Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh)
Whole lot of gang shit, Kel-Tec go bang (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
Huh, bust out the brains (Brrt)
Bust down my wrist and Baguettes is the name (Yeah)
Lace up the Guccis and run to the bank (Uh)
Double-R truck, pull out (Uh)
Kel-Tec tucked in the back seat, pull out (Brrt, brrt)
The fuck nigga run like a track meet, pull out, pop out (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
Aim at him, knock down, then I put the top down
Turn up the music, yeah, rock out (Yeah)
I need fellatio, my cock out (Yeah)
I don't trust you hoes, still got my Glock out
I used to stay two doors down from a crack house (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Two years later, I was working in the crack house (Uh-huh)
Niggas ran in, gun twerking in the crack house (Brrt, brrt)
I was smoking extendos and white owls (Yeah)
In my True jeans and Timbos, yeah
My shirt collar, Polo, yeah (Uh-huh)
From TJ Maxx for the low, yeah (Uh-huh)
Came a long way from those days, if I could go back there, I would go there (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
'Cause I had all my bros there (Uh-huh)
Never mind, I don't wanna go there
Fuck your Glock, I need a gun with bigger tits, uh (Oh, yeah, uh-huh)
Pop that 30, not that 10, I need a bigger itch, yeah (Oh, yeah, uh-huh)
I got a job for you hoes, finding a bigger bitch (Oh, yeah, uh-huh)
Tryna move that cocaine by the zip, hide it by your tits, yeah, uh (Oh, yeah, uh)
Young rich niggas, we rare, uh (Uh)
All the hoes stop and stare, uh (Uh)
Louis V underwear, uh (Uh)
VVS, solar flare, uh (Uh)
Eskimo, polar bear, uh (Uh)
Designer, I wear, uh (Uh)
Bad vibes over there, uh-huh
In my recliner chair, puttin' biscotti in the air (Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh)
I'm surfing on the wave, numbing all the pain, Novocaine with the Percs (Uh)
I'm out my body, beam me up, Scotty, I ain't coming back to Earth (Uh-uh)
Without that Molly, best believe, he ain't gon' kill nobody (Yeah)
My niggas don't need no money, if I tell 'em, they'd kill somebody (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
Uh, yeah, nigga, what's good?
Four of my niggas run through your hood (Brrt)
Uh, yeah, wish you would (Yeah)
Who do you think you are? Young Suge? (The fuck?)
Uh, yeah, gettin' him good, leave him laying on the front porch like his house haunted (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, damn)
Roll up 'Woods, pour up mud, let's get stuck (Bitch)
Where all the real ones go? We the only real ones (For real, uh)
Stay in your place, get in the way, we gon' kill some (For real)
I miss my dawgs, enemies fall, make 'em feel us (Us)
Won't stop 'til we see blood, make 'em feel the real us (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
Pain in they veins, bullets tear, leave a stain (Yeah)
From the pain in our brains when they took what I gained (Uh, uh, uh, that's facts)
Nowadays ain't the same (Uh, uh)
Make me wanna scream out they names (Fuck)
No reply, so we gettin' high, plottin' on the other side (Uh, fuck, fuck, go, go)
I need a gun with bigger tits, uh (Oh, yeah, uh-huh)
Pop that 30, not that 10, I need a bigger itch, yeah (Oh, yeah, uh-huh)
I got a job for you hoes, finding a bigger bitch (Oh, yeah, uh-huh)
Tryna move that cocaine by the zip, hide it by your tits, yeah, uh (Oh, yeah)
Uh, young rich niggas, we rare, uh (Uh)
All the hoes stop and stare, uh (Uh)
Louis V underwear, uh (Uh)
VVS, solar flare, uh (Uh)
Eskimo, polar bear, uh (Yeah)
Designer, I wear, uh (Yeah)
Bad vibes over there, uh-huh (Yeah)
In my recliner chair, puttin' biscotti in the air (Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh)
(808 Mafia)
