Real Addresses Tory Lanez

[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]
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