Hey, LIME KING, shuh!

I'm gettin' racks, on racks, on racks—, fuck

I'm gettin' racks, on racks, on racks, I afford all of my bad habits

I get the honeys, no snow bunnies, we still be fuckin' like rabbits

Bitches see that I have it

They be blowin' up my phone

I said what I said, ain't no typo

That bitty be suckin' like Lypo

Dual wield, that's a left and a right pole

They both aimed at him, I call ISO

I got dogs around me, no Fido

Shit, are they gon' shoot? Shit, are they gon' kill them?

Yeah, cunt (Cunt), yeah, cunt (What?), yeah, cunt (What?), yeah, cunt (Fuck)

Yeah, cunt (Yeah), yeah, cunt (Crack him), yeah, cunt (What?), yeah, cunt (Shuh!)

Yeah, cunt (Wow), yeah, cunt (Wow), yeah, cunt (Wow), yeah, cunt (Shuh!)

Yeah, cunt (Wow), yeah, cunt (Wow), yeah, cunt (Wow), yeah, cunt (Shuh!)

I be talkin' the talk, 'cause I'm walkin' the walk

You're just talkin' the shit, you are not hard

My money blew up off of sellin' the lean, we call it the Allahu Wokhardt

He flexin' the ice that he got on the 'Gram, so he gettin' toast like a Poptart

The question isn't if we do the driveby, it's the choice of what car do we hop in, the Lamb?

Trot to his block and blam?

Or do we get a whole gang in the motherfuckin' van?

He ain't even Swiss cheese no more, we got multiple automatics

It looks like Bolognese where he used to stand

Ain't no Manda Bynes when they askin' me, "Who's the man?"

He ran from my block, now that boy fled to Japan

Are we finna get him?

Yeah, cunt (Cunt), yeah, cunt (What?), yeah, cunt (What?), yeah, cunt (Fuck)

Yeah, cunt (Yeah), yeah, cunt (Crack him), yeah, cunt (What?), yeah, cunt (Shuh!)

Yeah, cunt (Wow), yeah, cunt (Wow), yeah, cunt (Wow), yeah, cunt (Shuh!)

Yeah, cunt (Wow), yeah, cunt (Wow), yeah, cunt (Wow), yeah, cunt (Shuh!)