Forgotten Lands

[Intro]
Wouldn't you love to kill him?
No... Kato! Hold on... Please...
We can go home, it's over!

[Verse]
Money calling baby pick it up I'm tryna see what's up
Get it up I'm in a different city with a different slut
Plenty options I got hella offers tryna pick me one
Got 100 calls, even for my bitch I'm still not picking up
My bitch like Frida Kahlo painting perfect pictures in CDMX
Living life like no tomorrow, my heart hallow beating out my chest
She a spitter or a swallower, it don't matter I don't like the bitch
Feel like Keith Cozart with these hoe's art, I don't like that shit
Lady Eboshi, feel like Muammar Gaddafi, revolutionary
Baby armpits hairy likе a feminazi
Pearly Harbor said the dick was bomb baby gon' need somе water
Kamikaze pussy up to par, she gon' die for her honor
Plus her finsta popping, got a million followers, simping, sending bread
Baby singing songs of swallows flying off into forgotten lands

[Outro]
KATO!