[Intro: LIME KING]
Omar!
Hey
LIME KING, shuh!

[Verse 1: LIME KING]
I keep it strapped at my hip
Furries how I'm steady back in this bitch, huh
You ain't got racks, that boy just acts like he's rich
Incredibles, they straight to Jack Jack jacking my dick
Same how I carry with muscle and money be stretching
VIP, you can't come in the section
Reppin' the New South, but when we on his block, we turning that shit to a Western
We doing business and upping our bands
I swear half these bitches do not get the reference
I got a side bitch who tryna call me 24/7
But I'm with my main, so we gon' go straight to texting (Hehe; Shuh!)
Shrimp fried rice, I stay with the wok
Ahead of the game, she giving me top
We making crankers like we playing slots
Fuck one lambo, I buy me a lot
Gordon Ramsey how we getting the chop
Drop his body, we be letting him rot
Fuck a nice girl, I need me a thot
Who gon' let me dick her down in my Crocs (Damn right!)
All they do is talk, they don't walk the walk
We packing the Glock
If he on my block, then we put the sights on him
He looking like some Dippin' Dots
I'm with the gang, I stay with the flock
I'm strapped like a jock
I'm making these bars while I'm fucking a bitch
I'm thinking outside inside the box
Bitch, we up the trot
[Verse 2: PROP]
Yeah, okay
I'm back in this bitch like it slipped out
Hold that straight, ironic, my dick out
Keeping that J and that Joey in big pouch
Season that beef and I'm hitting a lick, now
He said his name and I'm thinking "Who?", like I'm tryna beef with a big owl
Skeet the McLaren, it start with a big growl, grr
I make a theme for the iron like AC/DC
I make it burn like mace and deep heat
I'm tryna see racks, you tryna see feet
Shoutout to Big Lax, you stay in B3
I got them diamonds on me
Try resurrect, you gon' die a zombie
See everything, I got wires on me
I'll cover A, I got lime on bomb B
What in the fuck is they talking about?
They cookie cutter, I'm chopping 'em out
They is not dripping, they locked in a drought (What?)
Please take my cock out your mouth
I do not know you bitch, you is not mine
Blowing my phone up, suicide hotline
You stealing bad fit, bitch, that is not crime
I do not wanna talk, but I got time
Huh, here is my dick, deep throat it
Pass me the blick, reload it, you is not GOATed
Everyone around you know this
You went ahead and uploaded, nobody noticed
He had an album, postponed it
Hotlines, but nobody's close phoned in
Don't show him, nobody knows but him
I'm frozen, you throw it in all rim
[Verse 3: PE$O PETE]
Nah, fuck that
PROP keep on talkin' 'bout cutting out cookies
Only time that young PE$O PETE cut out a cookie was when I had made room for Shadow Milk Cookie
I broke down a loose leaf, I'm burning on cookies
Might turn into beast mode
I'mma witch wave my wand, boy, I'm trying to feast more
You a CPU bot, lil' bitch, you a BMO
Go-Gold on my wrist, I might turn to C3PO
Dang, roll with my twin just like R2
Sig got a mod, I ain't talking 'bout R2
Punch in the booth, I'm like L2, R2, uh
You ain't pick up the drift, she ain't want you, dang
I'm off super za dank, I be floating through different dimensions, might end up on Tatooine
I just rolled up a double dark crushed up spliff, I just rolled up to Quinn and said, "Tattoo me"
And you know how it be
If i kept it a bean, you ain't fucking with me
Bro, focus on cream
This water my body, it look like a stream
This water my body like I took a leak
Back in days I was wearing on Gildan tees
Nowadays now I'm rockin'—
I ain't saying that shit, bitch I gatekeep, you think it's 'preme
I'm with LIME counting green, I told PROP roll the weed
I'm like Mega Man X, you like .EXE
I stay with my hand on the strap like the Wii
If you fuck with my swag, I'm like, "What will it be?"
Turn Black Pearl, we drag 'em down to the deep
Ain't no choice, ain't no dealin', I go ham
German my engine, I don't want a damn lamb
Wait, that lil' power rockin', that's half of my Soul Jam
You need to go 'head and give it to me
[Outro]
Omar! Knock that shit off!