Tyga, Honey C - Heisman lyrics

Bitch, I’m Honey Cocaine bout to
Bring in some pain
All my haters like a choir
They all singing my name
Ain't got a heart for a broad
Thats the rule of the game
Now you a fool if you aim
I’ll put a tool to ya brain
I’m bout to get it
Then spend it if I said it I meant it
Fuck your feelings
Taste my weapons act like a bitch
I’ll erase yo blessings yo
You are not familiar with me if you caught
Makin a move bitch your visitor is me

Ahh, it's that drop top Phantom
Chop all gold Rolly clock fuck yo fans
Fuck a cop all my bitches Betty bops
Betty Boop tittys out gangsta shit
Punch you in yo mouth
Nigga I don't know what you talkin bout
Flossin now you need denist now auugh
Fuck around and Rodney King the beat
’bout that war like Vietnemese
Feeling froggy nigga leap, Im that nigga
You obselete i’m in the game you know P T
R-E-C my swa-a-g
Only way you copying me nigga

Asian bitch on another degree
Give me some space move off my
Place bitch I’m just trynna breathe
Now if you see me around your
Ways don't holla at me
I just can't waste all my time
Cause I be eating these beats
Listen you rats here just a count for me you
Ain't me homie you just act like me
Well you should watch your actions please
Cause there might be some casualties (auugh)
They about to witness it
Last kings but Im still on my queen shit
(schwag)

Aim at yo membrane just for saying im
Insane and yo girl give me neck
Hang man I ain't playing I never did
Lie lay around and open yo thighs
Nigga gone pop like fish gone fry
Niggas talking greasy like the
Shit gone slide
Wow high 5 slap yo face, change yo disguise
I work hard for the money
Money don't never come in yo life
A bastard right when you lie
Everybody wanna be just like
Middle finger to the middle of yo eyes
Young young ty T-Raww need a heisman AUGH!
Honey Cocaine!