Sada Baby - Whoop Juice Lyrics

(The Cold Cash Collection)

I just poured up some

Niggas better hold up
Niggas better, hold up
Hold up (Ayy, yo, Cash, I think we got one)

Hmm, ah, got the Quali' poured
Ar move shit, get a nigga body towed
Ah, that's a quad cup
Batman symbol in the air, bitch, squad up
Ah, know it taste good
I ain't f*ckin' 'round with a thing if it ain't hood
Know I walk around with the motherf*ckin' bag on me
First sign of disrespect, the apes put they hands on you

Lil' blood, Skuba Steve tied in with G-Weed
Fire a Backwood up underwater, call it seaweed
Hood bitch f*ck me on call, name Lee Lee
F*ck around and put her through the table like a 3D
Got the clear lenses on, Bubba Ray, wine devine
I ain't never had time for a peon
All my chains light up like neon
All f*ck niggas must die, get a petition going
Training all my young niggas, get a militia going
I pull my chopper when I see suspicious movement
Bitches grooving to my music every time they listen to it
Matter fact, they get to shaking they booty, wanna throw me the coochie, hmm
Bitch, I'm Donkey Kong, hmm, the Big Ape
Beat my chest, beat a body, skip the court date
Underrated, but I still be scoring, Matt Forte
Ain't gotta whip it 'cause I get them chickens straight from Jorge

Ah, got the Quali' poured
AR move shit, get a nigga body towed
Ah, that's a quad cup
Batman symbol in the air, bitch, squad up
Ah, know it taste good
I ain't f*ckin' 'round with a thing if it ain't hood
Know I walk around with the motherf*ckin' bag on me
First sign of disrespect, the apes put they hands on you

I will whoop a nigga ass, get the floor wiped
I don't never gotta pass, bet I score twice
I ain't playin' with no kids, this ain't Fortnite
Me, wanna f*ck your bitch? What your whore like?
I wanna f*ck your bitch, what the ho like?
You ain't really trappin' out that house, what the 'bows like?
You ain't really big dog, can't tell me the blow price
Take me to the kitchen, show me how to work the stove right
I know I got an old soul and it's cold, right
She tried to hit me with a low blow, it ain't go right
I peeped her energy was off, the vibe was wrong the whole night
Keep on f*ckin' with this ho, I'll be in prison for my whole life, hmm
Can't let that happen, hmm
Gotta do some more rappin', hmm
Gotta do some more trappin', hmm
Gotta do some more scrappin', hmm
Your niggas is actin', hmm
My niggas is brackin', hmm
Campanella, they'll wreck a fella without me even askin', huh

Ah, got the Quali' poured
AR move shit, get a nigga body towed
Ah, that's a quad cup
Batman symbol in the air, bitch, squad up
Ah, know it taste good
I ain't f*ckin' 'round with a thing if it ain't hood
Know I walk around with the motherf*ckin' bag on me
First sign of disrespect, the apes put they hands on you, hmm