Lyrics Biscotti In The Air - Sped Up - Nightcore Lux

Hah hah, this nigga crazy

Bae say somethin' on the mic

Bitch, I'm high as fuck
Let me hear that on the second verse
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
Pop that 30, not that 10, I need a bigger itch
I got a job for you hoes, finding a bigger bitch
Try'na move that cocaine by the zip, hide it by yo' tits
Young rich niggas, we rare
All the hoes stop and stare
Louis V underwear
VVS solar flare
Eskimo polar bear
Designer I wear
Bad vibes over there
In my recliner chair, putting biscotti in the air

Whole lotta gang shit, Kel-tec go bang
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
Fuck nigga run like a track meet
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
Pop that 30, not that 10, I need a bigger itch
I got a job for you hoes, finding a bigger bitch
Tryna move that cocaine by the zip, hide it by your tits
Young rich niggas, we rare
All the hoes stop and stare
Louis V underwear
VVS solar flare
Eskimo polar bear
Designer I wear
Bad vibes over there
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
Without that money, I best believe he ain't gon kill nobody
My niggas don't need no money, if I tell em' they gon' kill somebody

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
Roll up woods, pour up mud, let's get stuck
Where'd all the real ones go? We the only real ones, uh
We in yo' place, get in the way, we gon' kill some
I miss my dog, let me fall, make him feel us
Won't stop 'till we see blood, make him feel the real us
Pain in they veins, bullets tear, leave a stain
From the pain in our brains when they took what I gained
Now the days ain't the same
Make me wanna scream out they names
No reply, so we gettin' high, plottin' on the other side

Fuck your Glock, I need a gun with bigger tits
Pop that 30, not that 10, I need a bigger itch
I got a job for you hoes, finding a bigger bitch
Tryna move that cocaine by the zip, hide it by your tits
Young rich niggas, we rare
All the hoes stop and stare
Louis V underwear
VVS solar flare
Eskimo polar bear
Designer I wear
Bad vibes over there
In my recliner chair, putting biscotti in the air