KIDZ

I'm a tough cat
Imma swing bat
Imma backstroke
While your bitch wet
Call the, what?
Call the kids back
Call the, what?
Call the kids back

I'm a tough cat
Imma swing bat
Imma backstroke
While your bitch wet
Call the, what?
Call the kids back
Call the, what?
Call the kids back

Just took two, I'm on one
Smack that, hit that home run
We was back at your crib
Wingardium leviosa
I asked you Sharkeisha
She said, nah Maria
Sometimes I get mixed up
And I'm just nineteen, oh shit

Tarantino locked up
I feel like Django in this bitch
Nike, Nike pop up
I feel like Kobe when the swish
Break the door when we make hits
Press record and then we spit
Smith and Wesson
Why they testing us
Before we shoot the clip

I'm a tough cat
Imma swing bat
Imma backstroke
While your bitch wet
Call the, what?
Call the kids back
Call the, what?
Call the kids back

I'm a tough cat
Imma swing bat
Imma backstroke
While your bitch wet
Call the, what?
Call the kids back
Call the, what?
Call the kids back

This no kickback
Got no time for chit-chat
They can speak some little shit
But we been talking big facts
I mean types of money in the bank
Make you act straight
Save you from a bad day
Smoking through emotions
Someone go and get the ashtray

I could be like backstage
How I'm living fast-paced
When you can't even act, fake
That's great
Wait until they get it
Like they knew they'd pay the price
Cut the lights
Imma show them they some pussies
Too bad I killed all nine lives

This one here for Squiers
We gone set the place on fire
If they wanna get the smoke
Let's fucking go and get some lighters
Fuck around with Ty
I'm like a mask of Michael Meyers
I'm the king to this empire
Everybody getting fired

(That's good, that's good)



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Writer(s): Miles Squiers
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