Текст:
Whippin' all this dope up in the trap house
We f*ck all you b*tches at a trap house
I can't trust you h*es, can't give you real addresses
I can't trust you h*es, can't give you real addresses
And I'm in that b*tch like Jerry Stackhouse
I might fall in love with my trap house
I can't trust you h*es, can't give you real addresses
I can't trust you h*es, can't give you real addresses
Wait, sh*t
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