"Kater To Me" lyrics

Hitkidd & Enchanting Lyrics

"Kater To Me"

(Hitkidd, what it do, man?)
Ayy
Big Chant
Phew
Ayy

I'm a trapper, a rapper, a bad bitch smasher
You still fuckin' hoes that be sellin' they plasma
Knocked the air out a bitch, we done gave a ho asthma
Way I break on a nigga, them texts ain't lastin'
Thought they were lookin' for me, think my opps need glasses
Bitches so mad I get money the fastest (Ooh, ooh)
If it's a problem, I ain't movin' past it
This a widebody 'Cat, you can hear when I'm passin' (Skrrt, skrrt)
They know I'm Big Chant with them big racks, no, I ain't doin' no get back (I ain't gettin' no get back)
Tell a ho, "Get back", pull it out, click-clack, if it's a target, I hit that (Baow, baow)
If I fuck your nigga, don't let it be fire, I promise ain't gettin' your dick back (I'ma give your dick back)
I just wanna break on his ass like a Kit-Kat, no, I ain't sorry I said that
It's always a mad ho on my page
Bitches workin' so hard for that minimum wage
Rain, sleet, snow, bitch, I'm still gettin' paid
I skate any beat I get on, Cascade (Skrrt, skrrt)
You can't listen to me and be still gettin played
I can't cater to you, this ain't back in the days (Hell nah)
He tryna wife, but I'm stuck in my ways
Just a badass bitch havin' motion for days

He like, "Bae, please tote my Glock"
I'm like, "Count that shit, don't stop" (Okay)
Big girl AP, bust my watch (Yeah)
Ayy, ayy
This ain't no boat, come drive this yacht (Yacht)
Boy, zip them pants up, I want top
The trap stay open, shit don't stop
Ayy, ayy

I'm a bad bitch, but I'm a real-ass nigga (I'm a real-ass nigga)
Yeah, I'm a bad bitch, but I'm a real-ass nigga (I'm a real-ass nigga)
Ayy, I'm a bad bitch, but I'm a real-ass nigga (I'm a real-ass nigga)
Ayy, I'm a bad bitch, but I'm a real-ass nigga

They wanna know why I do what I do (Ayy)
I'll stomp a ho out in these brand new shoes (On God)
International trapper, our money ain't blue
Take the chain off a cap bitch neck, Noo-Noo
I woke up one day, I was rich, who knew?
If they grinnin', I might as well go with my move
May the best pussy win, Big Chant don't lose
Got my stripes like Adidas, you still payin' dues
If I post a nigga, you know what he eat
Wasn't playin' with niggas, I wouldn't be me
Niggas get on my nerves, always hollerin' 'bout link
I'm gettin' to it as fast as you blink
This ain't Destiny's Child, niggas cater to me
Just name a rap bitch more player than me
Can't figure out why she a hater of me
I fuck on her biddy, he payin' that fee
Ayy, they like, "Chant got no respect"
They know Chant just want that neck
He want a kiss, I'ma give him a peck
I want that shit in your wallet, no sex
I'ma replace me a nigga, why stress?
I told him I love him, it's just a finesse
Bitch, I'm up now, fuck who next (Big Chant)

He like, "Bae, please tote my Glock"
I'm like, "Count that shit, don't stop" (Okay)
Big girl AP, bust my watch (Yeah)
Ayy, ayy
This ain't no boat, come drive this yacht (Yacht)
Boy, zip them pants up, I want top
The trap stay open, shit don't stop
Ayy, ayy (Phew)

I'm a bad bitch, but I'm a real-ass nigga (Still a real-ass nigga, on God)
Yeah, I'm a bad bitch, but I'm a real-ass nigga (Still a real-ass nigga)
Ayy, I'm a bad bitch, but I'm a real-ass nigga
Ayy, I'm a bad bitch, but I'm a real-ass nigga


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