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[Intro]

Trap-A-Holics mixtapes

(Stacks, you go crazy)

Trap-A-Holics mixtapes

Okay, I'm sippin' on drop, it go straight to my kidney

Servin' that white, we got Britney and Whitney

Motherfucker dumb, think I need me a fifty

Ain't fuckin' with ho's, I ain't showin' pity

We stackin' up pros, probably in your city

Got a plug in Miami, Kelly Olynyk

I'm taking private flights and you at a picnic

Got fired from your job 'cause you was a nimwit

Talkin' shit? What you say, huh? What? Get it out

Bro passed me the work and he told me to flip this

Addicted to blues, you'd think I was on Crip shit

Ice on me, SSX Tricky

Run it up, twenty-two, think I need me a blicky

What is that? Okay

Foreman shooter up in Salt Lake City

Benz truck sittin' like an F150

I blew her back out, why is everything chrome?

Tryna get a QP so you took out a loan

My side bitch keep callin' me all on her phone

Send him on top now he flyin' with drones

Bitch, I stay with the shits like I came in with chromes

And the way that I'm smooth, that shit is unknown

Have a feature from me, then I'm talkin' exquisite

Need a pint of the Wock, to the Doc I'ma visit

Ain't study for shit, so I'm pullin' up Quizlet

Blew twenty bands, so I bust down the Fitbit

Smokin' El Hefe when she's in the funnel

I need my two bands, Mitch McConnell

Ain't fuckin' with clown ho's, is you Ronald?

X pill and lemonade up in my bottle

I took her out Fendi and put her in Reboks

Just called my phone so now he getting reroute

Brody flippin' them birds, he servin' that peacock

No beats in my email, so I'm 'bout to beatbox

(Stacks, you go crazy)