Kourtside lyrics

[Intro: Sada Baby]
(Ooh RJ, ha, ha)
On God, gang gang
Know a n*gga here for this
RJ always tripping, man
RJ always tripping, man
Look what that b*tch say
Hmm

[Verse 1: Sada Baby]
I just overheard this b*tch
Sayin’ she tryna do a whole bunch of freaky sh*t
On God, gang, gang, know a n*gga here for this
Give that b*tch a perc 10, get that pus*y sticky wet
I'ma put my di*k in that, I'ma see what else the hoe got to offer
If the neck ain't good, then a n*gga off her
Give the b*tch one good pump like a Mossberg
Then I'ma play my role, Kevin Costner
Buy a whole bunch of sh*t, care what the cost is
Got two Glocks looking like the Clermont Twins
AR shake everythang, Mizz Twerksum
I fell in love with opiates, Mr. Perc Something

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
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 b*tch, 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
n*gga 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
[Verse 3: Sada Baby]
Me and Lil Boat in a Lambo, it's a red one
Only n*ggas disrespect me, it's the dead ones
If I f*ck a b*tch 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
f*ck around at the Hawks game, I got floor seats

[Verse 4: Lil Yachty]
Finna go and check on Trae Young, I got court seats
And I got a court 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 nicks at night
I keep a blue tip, I don't do the stick and move
Legs in the air, one lick, watch the b*tch ooze
Uzi pistol pro, by my side, gift from Lil Dude

[Verse 5: Sada Baby & Lil Yachty]
Made her put her muhf*ckin' knees to her titties
Whip my thang in her coochie
Spend some cheese on her kids
Up the strap on her n*gga
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 b*tches, 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 wannabe's?
Might spend all my cheese on smokin' weed
I got opiates, keep your baby mama on her knees
b*tch you know the vibes
Told my blood hoe, you know the B's
My lil' n*gga keep a can for cheap, look like pork and beans
Wanna drive my Rari but sh*t I cannot find the keys
So I took the Bentley, no I'm not friendly
Baby suck my di*k gently
All I speak Fendi
f*ck boy, bih
[Outro: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, ayy
Sada, Boat, Sada
Yeah, b*tch
Go