BONE RED

[Intro: LIME KING]
PROP, who made it? (Hwah)
Buh

[Verse 1: LIME KING]
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 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
Buh

[Verse 2: LIME KING]
I bone redbones till 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)

[Verse 3: Ty Wild]
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'mma 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
I’m north pole wit' the pole, froze in the cold, I'm the coldest, you know this, bitch

[Outro: Ty Wild]
Ah, brrt