Lyrics Kourtside - Sada Baby, Lil Yachty

Kourtside

On God, gang gang
Know a nigga here for this
RJ always tripping, man
RJ always tripping, man
Look what that bitch say
Hmm
I just overheard this bitch
Sayin' she tryna do a whole bunch of freaky shit
On God, gang gang, know a nigga here for this
Give that bitch a perc 10, get that pussy sticky wet
I’ma put my dick in that, I’ma see what else the hoe got to offer
If the neck ain’t good then a nigga off her
Give the bitch one good pump like a Mossberg
Then I’ma play my role, Kevin Costner
Buy a whole bunch of shit, care what the cost is
Got two Glocks looking like the Clermont Twins
AR shake everythang, Mizz Twerksum
I fell in love with opiods, Mr. Perc Something
Call up big bro, man you know he finna murk something
I don’t even trip these stupid hoes, like a person
Put her on the block, man I’m 'bout to make her work somethin'
Bah, bah-bah-bah
Two tone Glock, bet it hurt somethin'
I’ma shoulder shrug, just like Doug got me feet on
She say the sex on fire, Kings of Leon
I’ma beat the bitch, have her leave with my tee on
Beat her in the morning by the kitchen with the tea on
Thirty birds comin' in Atlanta, just like Deon
Nigga wanna argue on the net, such a peon
Rocking big baguettes, walk around like a chandelier
This Damier luggage got fifty grand, it’s for Javier
Me and Lil Boat in a Lambo, it’s a red one
Only niggas disrespect me, it’s the dead ones
If I fuck a bitch from the front, she a bad one
If I only hit you from the back, I was horny
Ain’t talkin' out the side of my neck, just a warning
And I need an extra side of neck in the morning
Choppa bummin' wit a knife and mask, Jason Voorhees
Fuck around at the Hawks game, I got floor seats
Finna go and check on Trae Young, I got kourt seats
And I got a Kourt date, same as my show
Left my strap in the car, like a dike at church
I be walking 'round with armor like a knight at work
At night I work
Brother called, he got Knicks at night
I keep a blue tip, I don’t do the stick and move
Legs in the air, one lick, watch the bitch ooze
Uzi pistol pro, by my side, gift from Lil Dude
Made her put her muhfuckin' knees to her titties
Whip my thang in her coochie
Spend some cheese on her kids
Up the strap on her nigga
Whip some keys in her kitchen
Got the keys to my whip
She like «Let me drive the boat»
Got a show up in Detroit, so I’m like «Let me call the GOAT»
Sada let me get a four and four hoes, for after the show
I’m like «Long as when I get to Atlanta, you hit my phone
I need bitches, I need clothes
Pints, Percs and poles
Ayy, one call that’s all you need to get what you need, woah
Why these rappers lookin' like a bunch of wanna be’s
Might spend all my cheese on smokin' weed
I got opiods, keep your baby mama on her knees
Bitch you know the vibes
Told my blood hoe, you know the B’s
My lil' nigga keep a can for cheap, look like pork and beans
Wanna drive my Rari but shit I cannot find the keys
So I took the Bentley, no I’m not friendly
Baby suck my dick gently
All I speak is Fendi
Fuck boy, bih
Yeah, ayy
Sada, Boat, Sada
Yeah, bitch
Go