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