Forgotten Lands lyrics

[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 sl*t
Plenty options I got hella offers tryna pick me one
Got 100 calls, even for my b*tch I'm still not picking up
My b*tch 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 b*tch
Feel like Keith Cozart with these hoe's art, I don't like that sh*t
Lady Eboshi, feel like Muammar Gaddafi, revolutionary
Baby armpits hairy likе a feminazi
Pearly Harbor said the di*k was bomb baby gon' need somе water
Kamikaze pus*y 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!