[Chorus:]
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:]
Whippin' all this dope, look like I'm selling 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 getting' 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, ain't have 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.
[Chorus:]
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:]
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.
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' O's 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?
[Chorus:]
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.