Katch If You Kan by Sada Baby (Ft. Big Squad Peno)
Katch If You Kan by Sada Baby (Ft. Big Squad Peno)

Katch If You Kan

Sada Baby * Track #19 On WHOOP Tape

Katch If You Kan Lyrics

[Chorus]
I guess I’m a hoe nigga kuz I ain’t fuckin with em
Ain’t really gon’ have no friends when I’m up a million
Ain’t gon’ have no friends at all up a couple million
I don’t give a fuck never been friendly
I got Pinot in the cut but he ain’t paying’ attention
Unless a nigga tryna smoke then he up the glizzy
I got bitch in the building but they are not with me
They just paid a couple hundred to see me get busy
Hoes in the front row, shooters in the back
DT on the road know we coming back
Pecs in the stash box, lean in the cabinet
Little baby can’t ride she and really savage

[Verse]
Real rich hood nigga couple teeth missin’
I’m 3 RPs in and my teeth jittin’
I get top side in and I’m remixin’
You but step on work straight from me nigga
I say, I pop Percocet 10’s then I drill a bitch
You pop Percocet 10’s make a thriller vid
I say, I sip lean cuz my body loves the feel of it
You sip K-roll lean and you still love it
Lil hit drank sippin’ no money gettin ass nigga
I’m a big bank sho’ money gettin ass nigga
I beat you ass make you bitch beat you bitch ass
Nah imma get this cash Goyard thats the big bag nigga
DZ brand new AR ain’t got not kick back nigga
Drako take you on a ride like it’s six flags nigga
Where yo bitch? Nah you can’t get yo bitch back nigga
Nah you big mad matter-a-fact, you sick mad nigga
And she ate the dick for free, I ain’t not trick ass nigga
Got you in yo feeling, I’m a throw you in a trick bag nigga
Every pistol on my nigga is the big kind, quick kind
Make em stand up nigga sit down
Bitch we all play with sticks like it’s the E-league
All you niggas shoot but barley hit you in the D-league
My foreign bitch call me Skuba Stevbe
Got a real life Joseline the hoe in 3D
Nah I’m just talking shit
But you can’t leave the bitch around me be done bought the bitch
I can’t leave the hoe ‘round Joc he be done off the bitch
I knew you seen her on the block, I say you saw the bitch
You bet not walk up on this porch
We’ll knock you off of it
Pussy know we droppin shit
You know how we rockin bitch
Long live YG Fat-Baby
Know we rockin shit
Shoot like Luka Doncic bitch
Bout to do a lot of shit
Fuck a nigga baby mama till she don’t know how to sit, till she don’t know how to move
I can’t take her best friend convertible ain’t got no room
I been actin dumb as hell since I came up out the womb
Middle finger to the doctor told him I’m a fucking fool
Told him I’m a fuckin goon
Mr. Make the motherfuckin choppa boom
Mr. fuck yo auntie till she cook a lot of food
Mr. shoot the house up till they gotta move dawg
Then double back and spray a nigga U-Haul
He a bitch but he ain’t guess that’s that nigga Ru-Paul
I ain’t going back and forth Skuba Duval
We got sticks and 8 balls at the pool hall
Trap keep a strap on him he’ll knock yo shoes off
Now nigga let me cool off big blood
Bitch let me bool off
Choppa got the boolin on him knocked his boffy smooth off
Too tall big 40 on me make him too small
Hoorah gang celebrating kuz we knew y’all
Niggas over there was too soft knock his roof off
Raise the roof, get the juice off, we can shoot y’all
Or scrappin big boot y’all big ru-Dolph
Red dot with the boyard
Lil boot licka
We’ll stomp niggas
Reppin ? We’ll jump niggas
I’m Columbus short with this pump
Make him crump with it
Lil’. Jon with this headband I get krunk with it
Big Ugk with it
Leave ten nigga slumped with it
I’m sick with it and the Bay go dumb with it
Throw the ones with me nah nigga
Bringing guns with me
Can’t trust niggas first thought be to bust niggas (huh)

[Chorus]
I guess I’m a hoe nigga kuz I ain’t fuckin with em
Ain’t really gon’ have no friends when I’m up a million
Ain’t gon’ have no friends at all up a couple million
I don’t give a fuck never been friendly
I got Pinot in the cut but he ain’t paying’ attention
Unless a nigga tryna smoke then he up the glizzy
I got bitch in the building but they are not with me
They just paid a couple hundred to see me get busy
Hoes in the front row, shooters in the back
DT on the road know we coming back
Pecs in the stash box, lean in the cabinet
Little baby can’t ride she and really savage

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