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
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
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
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
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
Fashion 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 in 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?
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
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