(Chorus)
Whipping all this dope up in the trap house
We f**k all you bi**hes 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
It don’t mean to be 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)
Whipping all this dope look like I’m selling phony
All that ni**a want that Rarri with the bezel on it
I see ni**as change from friends into them telling on me
I see ni**as go from friends to getting jealous on me
I see ni**as call their shooters and their felons one me
I see ni**as get religious when their heir was coming
I had to trust the plug sometimes, ain’t have no scale up on me
Whip a couple liters now
Trap house got too hot and now I’m trapping out my fiend’s house
Had to break the lease tho
And I pay my little ni**a just to watch out for police now
Cause it look like a four in my kitchen
It look like I’m cooking with them zoes in my kitchen
I’m water whipping, whipping four with my kitchen
My ni**a Trey he pack a four for you ni**as
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 2)
When my grandma kicked me out the house
I said f**k it dawg, I’m bout to bounce
I said f**k it dawg, I gots to make it
I said f**k it”
Started hustling and got that six
My ni**a 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 Bape and…Camo
Flexing bi**h, I’m in the latest
I put all my baddest bi**hes in their favorite fragrance
I might f**k a country bi**h 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 ni**a selling O’s in my kitchen
I’m whipping, my wrist it feel cold in this kitchen
And I’m flipping again, where it goes in this kitchen?
(Repeat Chorus)
