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Biscuits Video (MV)




Performed By: Big Trae
Length: 2:29
Written by: Travockeous Porter




Big Trae - Biscuits Lyrics
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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 f*ck 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
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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 f*ck 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
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Writer: Travockeous Porter
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