Kevin Gates - Whippin Up lyrics

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Kevin Gates - Whippin Up lyrics

[Hook: Scrilla] Codeine'll have you lazy In the kitchen goin' crazy Tryna dodge my old lady She gon' drive a n***a crazy I'm whippin' up a baby, whip-whippin' up a baby In the kitchen goin' crazy I'm whippin' up a baby, a, a-a-a baby In the kitchen goin' crazy I'm whippin' up a baby [Verse 1: Chedda Da Connect] Had to whip the 36 Real street n***a who ain't scared to sell sh** Trappin' is my hobby, watch me hit it with the wrist Take it all off, that's what I told your b**h (I'm whippin' up a baby) Cocaine'll have you lazy Runnin' down Ocean Drive, I can't feel my face Dodged my old lady cause the b**h goin' crazy I just dropped a stiff 80 on a new Mercedes (cash stacks) [Hook: Scrilla] Codeine'll have you lazy In the kitchen goin' crazy Tryna dodge my old lady She gon' drive a n***a crazy I'm whippin' up a baby, whip-whippin' up a baby In the kitchen goin' crazy I'm whippin' up a baby, a, a-a-a baby In the kitchen goin' crazy I'm whippin' up a baby [Verse 2: Kevin Gates] Straight drop be the mob 'Fore I whip dope, I'ma die Two zaps come and bag 60 grams I ain't never jump 85 Breadwinner, stand up guy No wrist, all my drops off Mailed it to the oil, hit it with the water Hang up in his face, watch he go to callin' Banger on the waist, I ain't even talkin' Walkin' in the mall, they know I'm retarded Hit the Louis store, watch I go to ballin' Never love a b**h, I can love my daughter I'm what chicks dig, I'm not even bothered You too immature, I can't be your father Don't wanna lie but do your body like I work comin' out of Florida [Hook: Scrilla] Codeine'll have you lazy In the kitchen goin' crazy Tryna dodge my old lady She gon' drive a n***a crazy I'm whippin' up a baby, whip-whippin' up a baby In the kitchen goin' crazy I'm whippin' up a baby, a, a-a-a baby In the kitchen goin' crazy I'm whippin' up a baby [Verse 3: Chedda Da Connect] Have it stankin' up the kitchen Clear my b**h freezer, got a couple pounds of midget I've been catchin' plays all night through my city I be in the trap house with them pistols I'm in that new Mercedes, with my baby (What you doin' with your freak?) In the kitchen like the 80s I keep them trey pounds, like Katy (8 ball, 8 ball) Got fiends goin' crazy [Hook: Scrilla] Codeine'll have you lazy In the kitchen goin' crazy Tryna dodge my old lady She gon' drive a n***a crazy I'm whippin' up a baby, whip-whippin' up a baby In the kitchen goin' crazy I'm whippin' up a baby, a, a-a-a baby In the kitchen goin' crazy I'm whippin' up a baby