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