Kachow lyrics

[Intro]
(Grams)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Huh, she say, "Daddy, can you eat me (Eat me), out?"
I said, "Shut up, put this di*k up in your (di*k up in your), mouth"
I got an all red Bugatti ('Gatti), kachow
And b*tch, I know my neck is flabbergasting, bling blaow (Bling, blaow)
Neck, wrist (Wrist), splash (Splash), neck, splash (Splash)
Wrist, splash (Woo), yeah, yeah
Neck, splash, wrist, splash
Neck and wrist splash
Neck and wrist splash

[Verse 1: Sauce Walka]
sh*t, neck, wrist, splash
Every time I slap her booty, it look like a water gun just hit her ass
Women love to see my teeth drip
Who don't like when Windex hit the glass?
I got your b*tch in the mirror
I might bend her over and steer her
When I put them diamonds on me, bet her booty shake, J-Lo and Shakira
I heard n*ggas plottin' on me, drop an AP on his head, bet it clear up
But I know that broke n*ggas like to talk a lot, so it's right that I hear 'em
But you know no way I don't fear 'em
Pourin' up syrup my serum
Bank man
Black superhero, ask the black man
Breakin' on a b*tch and a caveman
Slap a chick, vent her with a black hand
Send her double D's to the kegstand
b*tch 'bout her money and she act bland
Boy, you couldn't catch a crumb at a kegstand
Better go and splash some diamonds on your spray can
Know what I'm sayin'?
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Huh, she say, "Daddy, can you eat me (Eat me), out?"
I said, "Shut up, put this di*k up in your (di*k up in your), mouth"
I got an all red Bugatti ('Gatti), kachow
And b*tch, I know my neck is flabbergasting, bling blaow
Neck, wrist (Wrist), splash (Splash), neck, splash (Splash)
Wrist, splash (Woo), yeah, yeah
Neck, splash, wrist, splash
Neck and wrist splash
Neck and wrist splash

[Verse 2: Sancho Saucy]
Neck and wrist splash, it got your b*tch on my di*k fast
Neck and wrist drip, I want the money, no kissy
She wanna ride my di*k like a rollercoaster from Six Flags
That b*tch know I'm a pimp, so I sat the b*tch down, go get cash
b*tch, I'm big bird, you know the word, ho, I need all the ciabatta
My shooters on go, get him killed at his show, Sanchi want a n*gga dead, no problem
Put one in the head, they shot him
I'm full of that red, I'm drowsy
I hop on a jet, it's private
Them ain't no baguettes, they cloudy
Put four hoes in the Audi
Don't play with me, I'll put four holes in your body
Big Sanchy in the lobby
Smokin' Biscotti, my b*tch pulled up Maserati
Sanch mix the red with the Wocky
And I'm feelin' c*cky 'cause I got a rocket in my pocket
Loadin' up a thirty, that's a locker
n*ggas better stop it
Send his ass a P, then I rob him
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Huh, she say, "Daddy, can you eat me (Eat me), out?"
I said, "Shut up, put this di*k up in your (di*k up in your), mouth"
I got an all red Bugatti ('Gatti), kachow
And b*tch, I know my neck is flabbergasting, bling blaow
Neck, wrist (Wrist), splash (Splash), neck, splash (Splash)
Wrist, splash (Woo), yeah, yeah
Neck, splash, wrist, splash
Neck and wrist splash
Neck and wrist splash