Sada Baby - Whoop Kamp lyrics

[Chorus] Hmmmmm They like, "How you still tweakin' you ain't had no Percs" That lean don't get spilled 'cause I drink it, I'm ready to work The Jordans lookin' like they came out the closet of Kobe Got the bae from outer space, yeah, Obi-Wan Kenobi Uh, smoke him if he try, hope he know I got it on me Huh, smoke 'em in they trap, they ain't know I had it on me Huh, 'nother ni**a died, part of life, keep it goin' [Verse] Huh, got some light dibs on me Spend the blues and all hundreds on designer jewels Hold on, ayy b*tch, who you love? Look me in my eyes and tell the truth or you can't get no hug No, matter fact I'ma make you su*k this dick and I'ma forget to fu*k Dumb fat b*tch I keep on sharin' sh*t in real life, never do no rap disses I miss movin' in packs, might relapse until then Send the trap my best wishes but b*tch, I know the feds listen Her eastside ni**as reaches hell off that one sh*t Her 7 Mile ni**a, you can tell when you dap up with me Seven b*tches in the back of the foreign, they gon' act buff for me Put the gang on the mission, we scorin', they gon' act tough for me Huh, we bleed sh*t, huh, lead sh*t Bounce, b*tch keep my dick hard but she don't need sh*t 'Cause your ni**a Cartier watch cost the same as my ring, yeah Shoot him in this Vice before he run away from this beam, yeah Leave his head fat like some Alexander McQueen's, yeah Huh, spin the block and shoot some more just in case he ain't dead Huh, leave you out in light like my Louis lighter Huh, next ni**a cross me I gots to crusify him Huh, pullin' them clips out, 'cause it's movie time Uh, set his pants on fire, what we do for lyin' Huh, put your b*tch in the shower, it's loofer time Ain't never let it slack, killin' slams on [?] mind Hmm, woah, woah, woah, Ke-mo sah-bee Hmm, your babymama in lobby tryna fu*k some Just smoked a ni**a while he gettin' robbed, he tried to un-tuck somethin' Neighborhood bully walk up on him, let me get that lunch money Pressin', press again, let me get that Stretchin', stretch his mans just to get back Her blessin', but these hands and feet, know I skip that I have a ni**a where he is supposed to be, skip lag Hmm, where this b*tch ass? Headshot Huh, not no skin tat, huh, neckshot Huh, give him whiplash, huh, I got Crip tags Send my loc to your loc, he come quick fast (Hmm) [Chorus] Hmmmmm They like, "How you still tweakin' you ain't had no Percs" That lean don't get spilled 'cause I drink it, I'm ready to work The Jordans lookin' like they came out the closet of Kobe Got the bae from outer space, yeah, Obi-Wan Kenobi Uh, smoke him if he try, hope he know I got it on me Huh, smoke 'em in they trap, they ain't know I had it on me Huh, 'nother ni**a died, part of life, keep it goin'