Real Adresses

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