How you gon’ hate on me in the club? N*gga I ain’t even in the club! Haha [Verse 1] Killa n*gga, last king roll up on ‘em in a Bentley Mothaf*cka, gorilla, go getter, hoe getter Hoe n*gga better hold yours n*gga I’m sick, throw up, throw up this liquor Mo’ money I got it B*tches ain’t problems not to me Yeah they bout it, Master P so many albums on release Shit in my closet, Louboutin and bloody bottoms B*tches spot em yeah I’m stylin’ Tyga pilot, fly no mileage yeah I put them b*tches on it California man, gold on my license plate Ladies’ man, baby I know what them b*tches like [Hook] Little mic, Mike ’n’ Ikes, candy color cover ice Outta sight, outta mind She gon’ spend the night but don’t waste my time I’m 2 miles away from the Hollywood sign King of the hill n*gga don’t look down Probably at Polo house right now All these b*tches on the prowl [Verse 2] Look at my flow look at my eyes Tell me what you see don’t lie Mo’f*ckin G R to the E A to the T EST Last king look at my ring tell that b*tch get off my thing My girl ain’t here and she off that drink I’m off that mink Fur murder swervin’ make the jet ski do a hurdle You’s a motherf*ckin turtle knock you down like Berto Straps on my side like Urkle, boy I’ll hurt you Turn your face purple N*ggas wanna talk but your convo worthless These converse yeah all black chuckers I’m that n*gga, you just a n*gga One more year, yeah I’ma be bigger Don’t call me Tyga, Jack the Ripper Rip these beats then I eat you for dinner I’m done!
