For When I Wore Biscuits lyrics

[Verse]
Thousand-dollar shoes for when I want biscuits
Can't get in the club, lil b*tch, you ain't listed
Santa Claus called me and told me I'm gifted
Want a situation, you gon' get your ass sectioned
Love your life, lil n*gga, don't risk it
Join the streets, n*gga, ain't no snitchin'
Diamond Cartiers like a Detroit Piston
n*gga ain't got no aim, he missed me
I just smoke Tooka, n*ggas is fruit cups
Only want one cup, they handed me two cups
Picked up the shoes, now I'm pickin' this boo up
b*tch from high school told me I grew up
Broke ass boy, go get your loot up
Yeah, I got a AR but I don't shoot schools up
I just wanted to be like Wayne when I grew up
World War 5, n*gga, we finna suit up
b*tch in the Ubеr, she pickin' my food up
Sipped out the cup, now it's raising my mood up
Call up Ball, now wе sippin' that Lula
Hit him with the MAC, no, not my computer
He think his ice cool, well, my ice cooler
Soon as I left, n*gga called my jeweler
Man, I need some brains finna call my tutor
I still f*ck with that worker at Hooters
Smokin' a n*gga like Marlboro
We was on Walbash, Gresham Road
Send a grenade and let it explode
These better dooks like know them goals
With a Yes-girl, she don't tell me, "No"
Know the gang with me wherever we go
n*gga ask who we is, b*tch, we Glo
Gun to his head, yeah, now he know
b*tch, we gon' catch you on brain dead
b*tch, we gon' catch you on brain dead
b*tch, we gon' catch you on brain dead
b*tch, we gon' catch you on brain dead
Ayy, ayy, I'm in zone 3, not Bankhead
Boolin' with the zoes, now I'm Tank Head
Who pulled up? The whole gang did
This b*tch wanna be married
b*tch real eye like Fetty
He can't come out he scared
Catch him by the pool and give him Bloody Mary
Yeah, here go that b*tch
Now, that money I'm get me married
Tip-top 'cause I got big 30's
We smoke dope, sip lean on purpose
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
We smoke dope, sip lean on purpose
Flamin' up weed on purpose
And now I'm flamin' up weed on purpose
b*tch don't like how I merch it
b*tch eat turkey and the b*tch turkish
Send 20 birds on monday
And on the other monday came back 30
And now I'm up early, top in the condo, hock in the bear cage
Oh, yeah, she a mermaid
Me and gang up in the pool rain
Lean, weed, money and guns
We got it, that's great
You know we got guns like promenade
Trappin' early and I'm ridin' a lemonade
Put a foreign on the runway
b*tch had a gum face now she got a c*m face
Checkin' on the pool thursday, monday
Havin' a MM, now it's a Jeep like gun pace
Told 'em I'ma be rich one day
And when I got it, lil n*gga ain't pump fake
n*gga want beef, we in Iran
Chopper weren't workin', now we havin' lunch break