Whoop Kamp

Hmmmmm
They like, "How you still tweaking you ain't had no Percs"
That lean don't get spilled 'cause I drink it, I'm ready to work
The Jordans looking 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 nigga died, part of life, keep it going

Huh, got some light dibs on me
Spend the blues and all hundreds on designer jewels
Hold on, ayy bitch, 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 suck this dick and I'ma forget to fuck
Dumb fat bitch
I keep on sharing shit in real life, never do no rap disses
I miss moving in packs, might relapse until then
Send the trap my best wishes but bitch, I know the feds listen
Her eastside niggas reaches hell off that one shit
Her 7 Mile nigga, you can tell when you dap up with me
Seven bitches in the back of the foreign, they gon' act buff for me
Put the gang on the mission, we scoring, they gon' act tough for me
Huh, we bleed shit, huh, lead shit
Bounce, bitch keep my dick hard but she don't need shit
'Cause your nigga 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 nigga cross me I gots to crusify him
Huh, pulling them clips out, 'cause it's movie time
Uh, set his pants on fire, what we do for lying
Huh, put your bitch in the shower, it's loofer time
Ain't never let it slack, killing slams on [?] mind
Hmm, woah, woah, woah, Ke-mo sah-bee
Hmm, your babymama in lobby tryna fuck some
Just smoked a nigga while he getting robbed, he tried to un-tuck something
Neighborhood bully walk up on him, let me get that lunch money
Pressing, press again, let me get that
Stretching, stretch his mans just to get back
Her blessing, but these hands and feet, know I skip that
I have a nigga where he is supposed to be, skip lag
Hmm, where this bitch 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)

Hmmmmm
They like, "How you still tweaking you ain't had no Percs"
That lean don't get spilled 'cause I drink it, I'm ready to work
The Jordans looking 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 nigga died, part of life, keep it going