BasedNas, Since99 - Unknown lyrics
[BasedNas, Since99 - Unknown lyrics]
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 shit's 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)
(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 shit's 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)