Petit Biscuit Mixed My Taste 4 It

Hey, cold gang with the cocaine (coke)
The more money make more rain (rain)
Pourin' up a pint while I'm baggin' propane (baggin')
Point blank range give a nigga nose rings (yes)
Skip to my lou with a pack in the cat (cat)
Jiffy, Lube, where the bricks where they at? (Where)
Dripping, ooze, the Patek all wet (ooh)
The birds in the trap, they ain't leavin' out they nest (brr)
Get pie face, Seth like meth, yeah
Yup, runnin' with the pack got slept (yeah)
Hands in the cookie jar, cut his finger off (ah)
Nigga bein' greedy, we gon' cut his tummy out (huh)

Trapping like the narco (narco)
Got dope like Pablo (Pablo)
Cut throat like Pablo (cut throat)
Chop trees with the Draco (Draco)
On the Nawf, got Diego (Diego)
Say "Hasta luego" (luego)
Muy Bien wrap a kilo (ye)
Snub nose with potatoes

Magnifico, arriba
Magnifico, arriba, arriba

Trapping like the narco (narco)
Got dope like Pablo (Pablo)
Cut throat like Pablo (cut throat)
Chop trees with the Draco (Draco)
On the Nawf, got Diego (Diego)
Say "Hasta luego" (luego)
Muy Bien wrap a kilo (ye)
Snub nose with potato
[Quavo:]
Straight out the jungle (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (magnifico)
This real rap, no mumble (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (arriba, arriba)
My skin black like mamba (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got stash boxes in Honduras (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Straight out the jungle (oh yeah)

[Quavo:]
Woo, bricks in the brick house (yeah)
Use to hit licks and go to ma house (licks, momma)
Straight out the jungle (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Young nigga don't know nothin' now (ya)
Young nigga know too much now (woo)
Bow bow bow, that'll slow them down (uhh, yeah, yeah)
We pick up the hundos (hundos)
Then drop them off to Huncho (Huncho)
I came from the bando (bando, beep beep)
Here go the wide load

Marseille, fada, combien de paie j'ai claqué au Madam's ?
Trois-quatre govas (bam), feu éteint, garé devant ta dame
Dans l'ouvreuse, j'écoutais R.I.P.R.O 3, maintenant, pute, je pose sur R.I.P.R.O 4
J'ai posté un guetteur sur le toit, la nourrice me fait des trous dans l'appart'
Drapeau DZ, j'évite les cops, j'fais la corrida, comme Rina Toto, dans les cheveux, j'mets la gomina
Jean Amiri, dans la ceinture, j'ai le Glock, y a rien de plus beau qu'une Ferrari devant le bloc
C'est donc ça la vie, compter, ramener la drogue, finir en prison, balancer par un d'ses potes

T'as fait quoi pour nos gueules ? On a grandi tout seul, allez nique ta mère
Tu vas nous mettre à l'amande, quand tu vas nous revoir, allez nique ta mère
On génère des millions, on est dur et mignon, allez nique ta mère
Allez nique ta mère, gros

J'suis la balle et ma meuf c'est l'arme, on sait tous que Marseille c'est Naples
Un p'tit DZ cramé dans l'âme, qui plaît beaucoup aux femmes et qui t'nique ta mère
Écouté dans la rue, les caisses et dans les clubs, plus rien ne m'étonne, ils reprennent nos méthodes
On a quitté l'école, compté la tonne en bédo, igo, jamais tu cries dans mon bigo (ah)
Le frigo vide (ah) mais tu lui payes un sac Hermès (woaw)
Fais pas ssiste-gro, ta vie c'est qu'une putain d'kermesse (nan)
Porte pas l'œil, fils de p', j'suis dans l'Porsche, ma liasse dépasse la sacoche
P'tit bâtard, c'est pas du cinoche, des fois, par mois, les keufs nous filochent

Avec Soso, on s'boit un verre, demain, on fera affaire
Parti de rien, la tête haute, un bête de yacht, RS6, j'suis sur la côte

Back it up, just back it up
Don't worry, I won't tell your man
Ay, sweetness, come over here
Wind up your waist and bring it all back
Just back it up, just back it up
Don't worry, I won't tell your man
Skeng get dough, better know that's man
Three rounds that's bro and he served them packs
Remember that day when we caught that guy
He pissed himself and you know that's facts
Man over there tryna say that we're jarring
When you was out still wetting them flats
Throw up C's, CG crashers, it's F Block
'Cause you'll be coming from dads

It's that real
UK, 410; 2Bunny
I told you I was gonna deliver
We done it
Season two: let's roll out
Mixtapemadness.co.uk
Voice of the streets
The streets bloodclart listen
But you already knew that (Heh)

Don't give me no chat
Shut your mouth, don't give me no chat
Blacked out, blacked out, blacker than Blackz
Xin Zhao Xin, that's samurai Y.AM
Real talk, don't gimme no chat
Shut your mouth cah it stinks, it's mad
Beef? Who? Where? Don't gimme no chat
Shut your mouth 'fore the ting gets backed
Ay, don't gimme no chat
Shut your mouth, don't gimme no chat
Blacked out, blacked out, blacker than Blackz
Xin Zhao Xin, that's samurai Y.AM
Real talk, don't gimme no chat
Shut your mouth cah it stinks, it's mad
Beef? Who? Where? Don't gimme no chat
Shut your mouth 'fore the ting gets backed

Skengdo, why you so rude?
Dip man's chest 'til the blood turned blue
Sparkz done shaved up an eediots head
He was upset 'cause it didn't go through
Sku-du-du-du-du-du-du-do
See a one 'ting like. "Hello, boo"
She was all peng, she was all cute
I ain't that buff, I'm an average yute
And I know I'm a average don
But still, I was mad as hell
Now I feel like Chucky, I just need my Annabelle
Sky News, buck-buck
BuniB just rang a bell
Came home looking fucked up
Now your mum wished that she had a girl
Gas guns, what's wrong with these fake yutes?
Chat, chat, now them'a chat 'nuff
Chat wass and he ate two
Eight, two that's eighty-two
Times five now we're onto you
Or nine, nine that's eighty-one
Plus forty-seven plus twenty-two

Don't give me no chat
Shut your mouth, don't give me no chat
Blacked out, blacked out, blacker than Blackz
Xin Zhao Xin that's samurai YAM
Real talk, don't gimme no chat
Shut your mouth cah it stinks, it's mad
Beef? Who? Where? Don't gimme no chat
Shut your mouth 'fore the ting gets backed
Ay, don't gimme no chat
Shut your mouth, don't gimme no chat
Blacked out, blacked out, blacker than Blackz
Xin Zhao Xin that's samurai YAM
Real talk, don't gimme no chat
Shut your mouth cah it stinks, it's mad
Beef? Who? Where? Don't gimme no chat
Shut your mouth 'fore the ting gets backed

See the ting get backed
Leathers go on, no face, it's mad
How can you switch and think you're bad?
Was a bitch back then, still a bitch in your gang
Running away, you're screaming out nan
410 fiddy, C4 that's dads
Better strap up, you don't wanna be a dad
Feel sorry for the kids, that's bro 'cause it's mad
Ay sweetness, come over here
Whine up your waist and bring it all back
Back it up, just back it up
Don't worry, I won't tell your man
Ay, sweetness, come over here
Wind up your waist and bring it all back
Just back it up, just back it up
Don't worry, I won't tell your man
Skeng get dough, better know that's man
Three rounds that's bro and he served them packs