Real Adresses

Hook Whippin' all this dope up in the trap house We fuck all you bitches at a trap house I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses And I'm in that bitch like Jerry Stackhouse I might fall in love with my trap house I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses verse 1 Wait, shit Fargo, whippin' all this dope look like I'm sellin' phony All that nigga want that Rollie with the bezel on it I see niggas change from friends into them tellin' on me I see niggas go from friends to gettin' jealous on me I see niggas call their shooters and their felons on me I see niggas get religious when their hell was comin' I had to trust the plug sometimes I had no scale up on me N.C. Whip a couple litres now Trap house got too hot and now I'm trappin' out my fiend's house Had to break the lease though And I pay my little nigga just to watch out for police now 'Cause it look like a four in my kitchen It look like I'm cookin' with them zoes in my kitchen I'm water whippin', whippin' four with my kitchen My nigga Trey, he pack a four for you niggas, yeah Hook Whippin' all this dope up in the trap house We fuck all you bitches at a trap house I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses And I'm in that bitch like Jerry Stackhouse I might fall in love with my trap house I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses verse 2 Uh, when my grandma kicked me out the house I said, "Fuck it dawg, I'm 'bout to bounce" I said, "Fuck it dawg, I gots to make it" I said, "Fuck it", started hustlin' and got that 'cedes, uh My nigga Shadow, he come with that ladder I know some scammers that come with that data Gotta ask 'em how we pull up in a Lambo Shout go out to Dream that Bathing Ape and Camo Flexin' bitch, I'm in the latest I put all my baddest bitches in their favorite fragrance I might fuck a country bitch that got that diner, diner I might make a movie with 'em like I'm Damon Wayans, ya' feel? I might whip the four with my kitchen It look like a nigga sellin' Os in my kitchen I'm whippin', my wrist, it feel cold in this kitchen And I'm flippin' again, where it goes in this kitchen? Hook Whippin' all this dope up in the trap house We fuck all you bitches at a trap house I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses And I'm in that bitch like Jerry Stackhouse I might fall in love with my trap house I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses I can't trust you hoes, can't give you real addresses Outro