Real Addresses Songtext
von Tory Lanez

Whippin′ all this dope up in the trap house
We fuck all you bitches at the 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


Whippin′ all this dope, look like I'm sellin′ phony
All the niggas 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 they shooters and they fellas on me
I see niggas get religious when that help was comin′
I had to trust the plug sometimes, ain′t have no scale up on me
Whip a couple leaks now
Trap house got too hot and now I'm trappin′ out my fiends house
Had to break the lease down
And I pay my lil' 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 water whippin' with the four in my kitchen
My nigga Trey, he pack a four for you niggas, yeah

Whippin' all this dope up in the trap house
We fuck all you bitches at the 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


When my grandma kicked me out the house
I said, "Fuck it, dog, I'm ′bout to bounce"
I said, "Fuck it, dog, I got some mail"
I said, "Fuck it", started hustlin′ and got that safe
My nigga 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 Bathing Ape or camo
Fashion, bitch, I'm in the latest
I put all my baddest bitches in that baby fragrance
I might fuck a country bitch that got that Dana Dana
I might make a movie with her like I′m Damon Wayans
Ya feel?
I might whip this four in my kitchen
It look like a nigga sellin' O′s in my kitchen
I'm whippin', my wrist, it feel cold in the kitchen
And I′m flippin′ to get what it goes in the kitchen, yeah

Whippin' all this dope up in the trap house
We fuck all you bitches at the 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