PROP, who made it? (Huh?)

Fuck

She likin' the lime, she wantin' the zest

She tryna slide where I reside, It's time to take off the dress

These bitches already know I got the money, I do not need to flex

Know that my arms be packin' muscle, bitch, I ain't talkin' 'bout pecs

Now these bitches try to gimme a peck

They be tryna walk up in my section

She wantin' my money and my erection

I ain't a big red botton, bitch, why are you pressin'?

Whip in the kitchen like Heston

Keeping my hand up, like I be askin' important questions

Always a student, but I'm teachin' lessons

Fuc

I bone redbones 'til my bone red

I don't want throat, I want whole neck

The way I step, it's a protest

Knock off Nikes, I got more checks

They might talk shit, but they no threat

So up, I've not hit a low yet

Pole up, got people to protect

He already dead, he don't know yet

Makin' money moves nobody knows yet

Got his main at my house tryna blow

She lookin' at my crew tryna find out who to blow next

All this paper, shit lookin' like a codex

Said he on top, they have not reached my throne yet

Bitch, sit down and bow to the king

If it don't make money, then it don't make no sense (Brrt)

Yeah, if it ain't made money, then it ain't worth shit

Stay paid hunnids just to say words bent

Feel like K K Strummin', I'ma slide if you cross me

I Beyblade spun it

Better vacate, sonny

Ain't a vacay sunny, but I take 'em for a trip

Yellin', "Mayday" plummetin', they can't verse him

Now they bae crave fuckin' and I can't curve shit, I'm playin'

Earn this respect, you request, you deserve

I'm professor textbook, you served

Profess the best of ya work, unimpressive

Check in and curb suggestions, rejecting I'm per—, fuck

I reject suggestions, I'm perfect

And yet the best that they heard

At the apex, I rest, rest assured

Patty-Cake, press 'em, get etched and burned

Why you thinkin' we in love? Ho, stop jokin'

Sick of y'all poor prognosis

At a loss with no lost focus

Little pothole popped, bro, I'm off-roading

What y'all smokin' thinkin' y'all pros? It's signs of psychosis

Cons’ll copy the flow, thinkin' I'd not notice

Up North Pole wit' the pole, froze in the cold, I'm the coldest, you know this, bitch

Ah, brrt