K Camp – No Question (Rare Mixtape) letras

[Intro]
Nard & B
Bobby Kritical
Music Major

[Hook]
All of my niggas is reckless
Sip on that mud straight from Texas
I spend a grip on my necklace
Told her to give me a second
Fucking with me is a blessing
Ain’t about money, don’t test it
New whip it look like the Jetsons
I got a bag no question, I got a bag no question
I got a bag no question, I got a bag no question
I got a bag no question, I got a bag no question
New whip it look like the Jetsons
Fucking with me is a blessing
I got a bag no question, I got a bag no question

[Verse 1]
I got a bag
These niggas mad
I pull up in shit you never had
Pulled up in shit you never had nigga let drag
Race, Wraith, paper plates, you late
I’m straight, stack up, my safe
Me and you can’t relate
Selling nickels in a weight, ooh
Cartiers on my face, ooh
Bad bitch want a taste yeah
I can tell you wanna hate ay
But I gave love and it stay ho

[Hook]
All of my niggas is reckless
Sip on that mud straight from Texas
I spend a grip on my necklace
Told her to give me a second
Fucking with me is a blessing
Ain’t about money, don’t test it
New whip it look like the Jetsons
I got a bag no question, I got a bag no question
I got a bag no question, I got a bag no question
I got a bag no question, I got a bag no question
New whip it look like the Jetsons
Fucking with me is a blessing
I got a bag no question, I got a bag no question

[Verse 2]
I got the vision
Baby I’m pitching
You on a nigga make your decision
She let me crash
Foot on the gas
That’s a collision
Oh that’s your nigga?
Listen he is not in my division
Major paper
Major flavor
Play them hoes like Sega
I ain’t doing no favors
20 acres, no neighbors
My hoe vanilla like wafers
Dreads braided with a taper
Blowing gas out the vapor

[Hook]
All of my niggas is reckless
Sip on that mud straight from Texas
I spend a grip on my necklace
Told her to give me a second
Fucking with me is a blessing
Ain’t about money, don’t test it
New whip it look like the Jetsons
I got a bag no question, I got a bag no question
I got a bag no question, I got a bag no question
I got a bag no question, I got a bag no question
New whip it look like the Jetsons
Fucking with me is a blessing
I got a bag no question, I got a bag no question

K Camp – Drag (Rare Mixtape) letras

[Intro]
Nard & B
Bobby Kritical

[Hook: K Camp]
Tag, tag, whip, fast, duffle bag, bag, bag
Tag, tag, whip, fast, duffle bag, Louis flag
Louis rag, drip, drag
And I paid cash, paid, paid cash
Tag, tag, whip, fast, duffle bag, Louis flag
Louis rag, drip, drag
And I paid cash, and I paid cash

[Verse 1: K Camp]
Drip, drag, mix, match
Gucci floss, Louis flag
Spent 30 on a bag
And I paid cash, paid-paid cash
Benz, Masi, no tags
Blowing Louis, gas mask
Smash, pass
Tag, fast
Make these niggas made
She gon’ let me drag

[Hook: K Camp]
Tag, tag, whip, fast, duffle bag, Louis flag
Louis rag, drip, drag
And I paid cash, paid, paid cash
Tag, tag, whip, fast, duffle bag, Louis flag
Louis rag, drip, drag
And I paid cash, and I paid cash

[Verse 2: Slim Jxmmi]
Double G’s and double C’s, I’m red carpet ready
These cameras love me like it’s February
Gotta keep the money first, can’t put it secondary
Yeah I paid cash for that ’69 Chevy
Yeah I paid cash for that motherfucking Presi’
Every time I step out it looks like it’s winter
Jewelry on Mr. Freeze, on Mr. Freeze
This money got me talking like I’m Mr. T

[Hook: K Camp]
Tag, tag, whip, fast, duffle bag, Louis flag
Louis rag, drip, drag
And I paid cash, paid, paid cash
Tag, tag, whip, fast, duffle bag, Louis flag
Louis rag, drip, drag
And I paid cash, and I paid cash

K Camp – F.A.C.T (Rare Mixtape) letras

[Intro]
Nard & B
Bobby Kritical

[Hook]
Pull up to the scene, red ‘Rari that’s a fact
Blow my top while I swerve, getting head that’s a fact
If I hit your baby mama I ain’t sorry, that’s a fact
Bought a Birkin now the bitch act like a Barbie, that’s a fact
Ay, that’s a fact, ay-ay that’s a fact
Ay, that’s a fact, ay-ay that’s a fact
Pull up on the scene, red ‘Rari that’s a fact
Blow my top while I swerve, getting head that’s a fact

[Verse 1]
Nigga thought I fell off, no bitch I’m back
Know I keep a bad bitch by my side, that’s a fact
Plenty bitches popping pills, sucking dick, we on that
You gon’ run off with the wave every time so don’t act
I might hit up Magic throw some change and grab a play
I ain’t worried bout no dance I fuck the waitress anyway
When I call her she gon’ pull up with the pussy any day
I got money coming in, nigga every which way

[Hook]
Pull up to the scene, red ‘Rari that’s a fact
Blow my top while I swerve, getting head that’s a fact
If I hit your baby mama I ain’t sorry, that’s a fact
Bought a Birkin now the bitch act like a Barbie, that’s a fact
Ay, that’s a fact, ay-ay that’s a fact
Ay, that’s a fact, ay-ay that’s a fact
Pull up on the scene, red ‘Rari that’s a fact
Blow my top while I swerve, getting head that’s a fact

[Verse 2]
Nigga wanted issues so I had to give him that
Bitch I came back to the city, brought that wave that’s a fact
I’m in LA with the trapper blowing gas and shooting craps
Why these bitch keep acting petty, she just mad, I don’t react
Flooded out the Rollie now I’m feeling just like Meech
I don’t trap but these niggas still love me in these streets
Vintage shirt, couple chains, and some Yeezys on my feet
Put in work, I ain’t change throwing ones up out the Jeep, ugh

[Hook]
Pull up to the scene, red ‘Rari that’s a fact
Blow my top while I swerve, getting head that’s a fact
If I hit your baby mama I ain’t sorry, that’s a fact
Bought a Birkin now the bitch act like a Barbie, that’s a fact
Ay, that’s a fact, ay-ay that’s a fact
Ay, that’s a fact, ay-ay that’s a fact
Pull up on the scene, red ‘Rari that’s a fact
Blow my top while I swerve, getting head that’s a fact