Get that Zig Get the Cat

Intro

Yo, your girl Yuna on the mic with the flow.

I got those badders round me.

- Got those Bad Ziggy's round me, y'know.

Ite, now I say enough —

RUFF.

Verse 1

Don't come round here with a funny little tone,

This ain't your yard, better LEAVE IT ALONE.

Ziggy's on watch with the eyes like chrome,

Kiki in the shadows, claws full-grown.

I'm Yuna, small dog, good girl, BAD GIRL with a big bad mood,

Step on my turf and I'm taking your FOOD.

Postman knows, man moves and he subdued,

One bark rings out and the whole street's screwed.

All Plant Lane's howling the TUNE.

Don't test cats, don't test me,

Ziggy move sly but the dog move heavy.

Kiki in the shadows tryna creep on entry,

One snoot boop from Yuna makes the whole room empty.

Pre-Chorus

Zig in the window, Kiki by the mat,

I see one stranger, I'm clocking that.

Tail goes stiff and the bassline slaps,

Yuna protecting you fam, no time for chit-chat.

Chorus

Get that Zig.

Get the cat.

Don't give a fuck.

Brap brap brap!

Get that Zig.

Get the cat.

Don't give a fuck.

Brap! brap! brap!

Verse 2

Who's that creeping by the garden gate?

Bad little move, that's a big mistake.

Ziggy don't blink, Kiki don't wait,

I'm already barking at quarter past eight.

Man said "cute," nah, man said wrong,

I'm built for the chorus, I'm built for the song.

One paw forward, whole crew strong,

You hear "woof woof" then the lights go gone.

No loose dogs, no fake bad cats,

No weird vibes, no half eaten rats.

This is the kingdom, check the facts,

Yuna runs yard, not that Ziggy, not that cat (FAT CAT)

Bridge

Low voice.

Lights off.

Big bass.

Cats watch.

Small paws.

Big teeth.

Ziggy.

Kiki.

(You're done tho)

No peace.

No pass.

One bark.

Brap! brap!

Chorus

Get that Zig.

Get the cat.

Don't give a fuck.

Brap brap brap!

Get that Zig.

Get the cat.

Don't give a fuck.

Brap! brap! brap!

Verse 3

I'm not on smoke, I'm on dinner and duty,

Guarding this yard like precious jewellery.

Yuna got bars and a bark unruly,

Sweet little face but the rhythm gets spooky.

Ziggy rolls deep with a silent stare,

Kiki appears like mist in the air.

Come round loud, better say your prayer,

Not to the Lord — to the dog downstairs.

This ain't a kennel, it's a fortress now,

I'm on the sofa like "who's there, how?"

One little growl and the whole room bow,

Yuna on mic, take a final bow.

Final Chorus

Get that Zig.

Get the cat.

Don't give a fuck.

Brap brap brap!

Get that Zig.

Get the cat.

Don't give a fuck.

Brap brap brap!

Outro

Ziggy.

Kiki.

Yuna.

Brap.