Trapaholics Mixtapes

[Verse 1: Paxquiao]
What's a benchwarmer to a captain?
Got your bitch turning all my rap lyrics to a caption
I remember Dunk tryna fight a promoter, cause he was tryna play the back end
Y'all waiting on a tax check, rich niggas pay taxes
I ain't cappin
[?] weed pack so loud
[?]
All the shit that I hear
Like fake lashes
Got your main ho butt naked than a motherfucker, like she hate fashion
On god I'd give a nigga my bitch [?]
Not tryna grade avrage
These niggas hate that shit
Summertime, summertime
Turn [?]
Look at me crazy [?]
[?] had a 380 [?]
My niggas wavey like a title wave
I am the navy
I don't ride waves

[Chorus: Sy Ari Da Kid & Slim Dunkin]
I don't want niggas, or big homies
Fuck them niggas, ain't no OG's
I don't check if niggas know me
Squad
Pistol laying on the dresser like a trophy
No, I can't leave the house unless I got my 5 on me
He run his mouth, I air him out, that shit won't fly with me
I think they mad cause I'm ballin
I ain't running back like trap a holics

[Verse 2: Sy Ari Da Kid]
Do you know the feeling when you can't even go to sleep?
[?]
Gotta find some new tires, cause I'm sliding all week
Damb I miss my dawg, I wish he could call me
I got chains like a slave
Some shit I did, I'll take it to the grave
They said I'm trippin, niggas said I'm going [?]
I know my dawg turning in his fuckin grave
Sware these fuck niggas [?]

[Chorus: Sy Ari Da Kid & Slim Dunkin]
I don't want niggas, or big homies
Fuck them niggas, ain't no OG's
I don't check if niggas know me
Squad
Pistol laying on the dresser like a trophy
No, I can't leave the house unless I got my 5 on me
He run his mouth, I air him out, that shit won't fly with me
I think they mad cause I'm ballin
I ain't running back like trap a holics