Killa nigga, last king roll up on em in a Bentley Mothafucka, gorilla, go-getter, ho-getter Ho nigga better hold yours nigga I’m sick, throw up, throw up this liquor More money? I got it Bitches ain’t problems, not to me Yeah they bought it, Master P So many albums on release Shit in my closet, Louboutin and bloody bottoms Bitches spot em, yeah I’m stylin Tyga pilot, fly no mileage Yeah I put them bitches on it California man, gold on my license plate Ladies’ man, baby I know what them bitches like
[Hook] Little mic, Mike n Ikes, candy color cover ice Out of sight, out of mind She gonna spend the night but don’t waste my time I’m 2 miles away from the Hollywood sign King of the Hill, nigga don’t look down Probably at Polo House right now All these bitches on the prowl
[Verse 2 - Tyga] Look at my flow look at my eyes Tell me what you see don’t lie Motherfickin G R to the E A to the T E-S-T Last king look at my ring Tell that bitch get off my thing My girl ain’t here and she off that drank I’m off that mink Fur murder swerving make the jet ski do a hurdle You’s a motherfuckin turtle Knock you down like a hurdle Straps on my side like Urkel, boy I’ll hurt you Turn your face purple Niggas wanna talk but your convo worthless These converse yeah all black chuckers I’m that nigga, you just a nigga One more year, yeah I’ma be bigger Don’t call me Tigga, Jack the Ripper Rip these beats then I eat you for dinner