Biscuits Lyrics

Smoking a blunt while Im moving hard

You can catch Me on the Boulevard

All on New lots Avenue

On My clothes I got Crack residue

On the block adding up revenue

Nigga had to do what I had to do

Cause all that I want is a bag of loot

That fuck nigga tried Me I had to shoot

Its all about Money Boy Is you dumb

I swear aint no Problem when Income come

Im smoking on loud like a intercom

I got clientel like Im V.H.1

Im high as hell kush all up In my lungs

I come through Im shining like v.v.s

You snitching on tape boy you v.h.s

I grind everyday like a need a check

The kush that Im smoking is platinum

If I feel like he sweet Ima tax son

Dripping hard like a rainy day with a fat stack and a crack bomb

Don't try Me Im strapped with a black gun

I step back and shoot like Im Stephon

I step back and shoot like Im Lebron

I stepped back and shot that's alleged

You gotta watch what you say now a days

A nigga might go back and tell the judge

A nigga you just met the other day will treat you better than your flesh and blood

I know that you feeling some type of way Its cutting you deep cause the truth hurts

Nigga keep them squares out your circle and if you dont nigga shoot first

I noticed you noticed Im dropping jewels

I noticed Im more than a common dude

I want money longer than longitude

Im killing them where the imbombing fluid

Im Feeling Like Migos Im pipping up

If you down bad nigga tighten up

I swear that My flow is Like Midus touch

My pieces they hit like a Tyson punch

Blue face hundreds, Pink face fifties

Trap steady bunking we moving Blake Griffin

White girl singing that bitch Taylor Swifting

Big Rock Shawty Niggas flipping crack Biscuits Shawty