Tory Lanez - Real Addresses lyrics

(Hook) Whipping all this dope up in the trap house We f** all you b**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 n***a want that ‘Rarri with the bezel on it I see n***as change from friends to end up telling on me I see n***as go from friends to getting jealous on me I see n***as calling shooters and their tail is one me I see n***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 pray my little n***as just to watch out for police now Cause it look like a (?) in my kitchen It look like I’m cooking with them zones in my kitchen I’m water whipping, whipping four with my kitchen My n***as (?) back to fall for you n***as (Hook) Whipping all this dope up in the trap house We f** all you b**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 2) When my grandma kicked me out the house I said “f** it dawg, I’m ’bout to bounce” I said “f** it dawg, I got some (?)” I said “f** it” Started hustling and got that that six My n***a Shadow he come with that (?) I know some scammers that come with that data Gotta ask ’em how we pull up in a Lambo (?) that n***a (?) Flexing b**h, I’m in the Lakers I put all my baddest b**hes in that (?) I might f** a country b**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 n***a selling O’s in my kitchen I’m whipping, my reason feel cold in this kitchen And I’m flipping again, where it goes in this kitchen? (Hook) Whipping all this dope up in the trap house We f** all you b**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