Since99 Unknown Lyrics

[Intro]
Trap-A-Holics mixtapes
(Stacks, you go crazy)
Trap-A-Holics mixtapes

[Verse 1: Since99]
Okay, I'm sippin' on drop, it go straight to my kidney
Servin' that white, we got Britney and Whitney
Motherf*cker dumb, think I need me a fifty
Ain't f*ckin' 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

[Verse 2: BasedNas]
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

[Interlude: Since99]
What is that? Okay

[Verse 3: Since99]
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 f*ckin' 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
[Outro]
(Stacks, you go crazy)