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Biscotti Lyrics by Young Zion 6600

06.27.1999

2020

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
[Chorus]
I, walk wit' a check
I'm smokin' biscotti, it's killin' my chest
Big dawg on the 21, show me respect
I been up in the lab, ain't got no time for sex
I been up countin' guala, ain't no time for stress
The beam on the chop, I ain't never scared to let go
If it's beef, I pull up with my dogs like it's Petco
Got a bad little bitch, she gon' do what I say so
By my lonely whenever I get to the pesos
Damn, can't believe a nigga really took off
They been fuckin' with me, really got a nigga pissed off
Choppa bag up the store for the wrist watch
Bust down, baby, that bitch is not TikTok
I'm in love wit' the blue, I might learn how to Crip walk
Heard he runnin' his mouth, now he makin' a pit stop
Watch they clear out the house when they all hear this shit pop
Now he runnin' the field like this shit was a kickoff
[Verse 1]
Topic
You know that boy Zion he run that
Got the people up beggin'
Please [?]
That other bullshit is just so wack
I perfected the formula, now they all swarm
Well, that lil nigga hot and that's no cap
If I come to your city and your bitch is pretty
I'm sorry you won't get yo' hoe back
And I'm talkin' my shit all year, for real
These niggas so lame, ain't got no appeal
I'ma grind for this shit, give a fuck 'bout a deal
Know that they mad, give a fuck how they feel
Nigga said that I switched? Come on, let's keep it real
Wasn't down with a nigga when I had no bills
Never gave me no food when I couldn't get a meal
So I seem to get tight, like a muhfuckin' seal
I had to go ape shit
For the people to see I'm the greatest
I said, "Pull off the lot wit' no tag," everybody replayed it
All you niggas who prayed that I fall, it's so sad
Never swore I won't break it
Every time that a motherfucka drop, they all jam
'Cause that's Zion, his alias
[Chorus]
I, walk wit' a check
I'm smokin' biscotti, it's killin' my chest
Big dawg on the 21, show me respect
I been up in the lab, ain't got no time for sex
I been up countin' guala, ain't no time for stress
The beam on the chop, I ain't never scared to let go
If it's beef, I pull up with my dogs like it's Petco
Got a bad little bitch, she gon' do what I say so
By my lonely whenever I get to the pesos
Damn, can't believe a nigga really took off
They been fuckin' with me, really got a nigga pissed off
Choppa bag up the store for the wrist watch
Bust down, baby, that bitch is not TikTok
I'm in love wit' the blue, I might learn how to Crip walk
Heard he runnin' his mouth, now he makin' a pit stop
Watch they clear out the house when they all hear this shit pop
Now he runnin' the field like this shit was a kickoff
[Verse 2]
Kickoff
They not ready for Zion to liftoff
You ain't seen me get up wit' no niggas online
'Cause I love to let all of them sticks talk
I'm just tryna stack up for my future
'Cause back in that past a lil' nigga was so lost
Put the coal on my back, and you know that's a fact
All my niggas gon' jump like a tip-off
Ridin' 'round through the valley at night
Wit' a quarter inside the lil' Russian delight
And I swear all these niggas be cap
I can hear in they raps
They not pushin' on shit in real life
You know that I'm stealin' a jack if I gotta
I can't lie man a lil nigga trife
And you know that I'm so sorry, mama
I can't lie, ma, I'm not livin' right
[Chorus]
I, walk wit' a check
I'm smokin' biscotti, it's killin' my chest
Big dawg on the 21, show me respect
I been up in the lab, ain't got no time for sex
I been up countin' guala, ain't no time for stress
The beam on the chop, I ain't never scared to let go
If it's beef, I pull up with my dogs like it's Petco
Got a bad little bitch, she gon' do what I say so
By my lonely whenever I get to the pesos
Damn, can't believe a nigga really took off
They been fuckin' with me, really got a nigga pissed off
Choppa bag up the store for the wrist watch
Bust down, baby, that bitch is not TikTok
I'm in love wit' the blue, I might learn how to Crip walk
Heard he runnin' his mouth, now he makin' a pit stop
Watch they clear out the house when they all hear this shit pop
Now he runnin' the field like this shit was a kickoff

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