Trap-A-Holics mixtapes
Alvin, good morning
Yo, I slept for 12 hours straight, I needed it
I'm still tired, now I have like the busiest week ahead
You know what I just noticed, what is so beautiful?
My birthday's on Friday, but when the album comes out
Side B, it's basically my birthday midnight
So, I'm just so grateful for everything
And then when Plan B hits with the Julia Lang song
Exactly on my birthday at midnight, it's a blessing
I hope you're good, I hope you got some rest
And thank you for everything again
I had like a very memorable time
So I did Atlanta for the first time with you
I did Buffalo for the first time with you
You did Paris for the first time, not with me but I was there
So, let's get the list going
Love you, bye
Me and Julia Lang whippin' 'caine with a hanger (Whip)
Sellin' dope like '94, I'm talkin' bakin' with a pager (Ah)
Talkin' nice, talkin' hash shit with the same bitch talkin' nice
I'm talkin' George Condo paintings, TEC ten, started sprayin' shit (Brr, brr, brr)
Trap-A-Holics, real trap shit
Brr, ayo
Doot, doot, brr
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Damn, son, where'd you find this?
Ayo, my Yeezys lookin' like Moon boots (My Yeezys lookin' like Moon boots)
My man killed my other man, it's a lose-lose (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Stick swingin', dumpin' out the Moon roof (Skrrt, stick swingin', hangin' out the Moon roof, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Do 'em dirty, eatin' wham-wham and zoom-zooms (Trap-A-Holics)
Yo, me and Julia Lang whippin' 'caine with a hanger (Whip)
Sellin' dope like '94, I'm talkin' bakin' with a pager (Ah)
Talkin' nice, talkin' hash shit with the same bitch talkin' nice
I'm talkin' George Condo paintings, TEC ten, started sprayin' shit (Brr, brr, brr, real trap shit)
Contemplatin' breakin' down a whole, dumpin', divvy loads (Ah)
Don't pillow talk to ho's, I'm up in Nieman's talkin' dope to stoves
Bathing Ape, OVO, Prada buttoned down to my kneecaps
I sold my first square, this shit touched my soul
Listen here, Gianni kitchenware, wrap my bricks in here (Ah)
Vision clear, sell a million bricks, I'll be a billionaire (Ah)
