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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 Letras de canciones[?] 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) From Letras Mania