​kill that kid! lyrics

[Intro]
Look

[Verse 1]
Still rockin' sh*tty ass Pumas, keep the kitty cat
Drop him like it's 50 racks
Boomers wanna talk like it's a pittance, off a opera
Know my mode of operation stop your ovulation
Y'all been thinkin' basic, got a lot to say
Not in any language you can understand
Deliver flame of peso, keep me on the underhand, reaching up
Never with the T'ing up
Knock him out of time space, got mind space, I'm freeing up
Plenty sh*t on my plate, I'm eatin' up
I just gotta keep it up, you'll probably see me rising like a body, need a miracle to stop me
You fallin' behind and think I need a bump
Cocaine, meanwhile I been making Crack, It's on the lock
I bet you probably wish you got me in the past, f*ck that
No more slouching, I cannot just sit in class, need the opposite
Need to teach the proper sh*t like how to cop a grip and cap a copper If he wrong
I know it's shocking but it's obvious they dropping, novices with rockets
See this music to be murdered by from another white
Pimp slab I'll have that pus*y floating like a butterfly
Leave 'em on the roof, I'm just cleaning out the gutter grime
All the words f*ck him I ain't always been the subtle type, f*cking right
Used to be that kid I really wonder why
Over that sh*t
[Part 2]

[Verse 2]
Keep what I need (Ayy, sh*t)
Keep what I need (Yeah)
Keep what I need (What?)
Keep what I need (Ayy)
Keep what I need (Uh)
Big ass tree on my feet (Wait)
One foot down you know how to lead (For real)
Sharp ass crown let me show how to be
Hard hat town might throw out a piece (Brrrrr)
Caught flat down just roll out the deep
Called out OG, ayy childish
Need me a billy like twitch, shouts Eilish
Folks made rich went south, now pirates
Click stick out touch pad like stylist
Chill by the house if this sh*t getting risky
I fit him he dizzy, he thinking it's whiskey
Might take off her top if this sh*t getting frisky
He sad as a b*tch if she listen to Mitsky
My risk is on poverty though
f*ck any property value, I value my property though
f*ck a copper, should be dropping these hoes
If they don't suck then I'm dropping these hoes
If she won't f*ck then it's probably no
Mind in the cloud on economy mode
Might need to plan out a robbery soon
Me and my gang got our eyes on the throne
Hopefully soon I'll be not in the hole
Not really cold, maybe copping the pole
Cannot be on Fox's at Dawson, I wanna be talking to Carlson like y'all be some hoes
It's yayu, don't ask how I got it, I'm white so you know that it's probably stole-
History really a mockery though
I'm tryna shoot an impossible goal
I got out the program and now my gut's screaming "I don't like so famished"
Keep the cutlery out of it, choke slam it
Billy Mays with the [?] it's like so handy
And I don't leave without it, like dont panic
42 bars is the meaning of life
Your vocals dry, need to season the mic
If I hear your song I'm deleting it twice, you're so f*cking trash at rapping