Well Done

How yall gone hate on me in the club?

Nigga I ain't even in the club

Kill a nigga, last king roll up on 'em in a Bentley

Mothaf-cka, gorilla, go getter, ho getter

Ho nigga better hold your nigga

I'm sick, throw up, throw up this liquor

Mo' money I got it

Bitches 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

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

Little Mike, Mike and Ike

Candy colored cup of ice

Out of sight, out of mind

She gone spend the night but dont wast my time

Im two miles away from the Hollywood sign

King of the Hill nigga dont look down

Party at Polo house right now

All these bitches on the prowl

Look at my flow, look at my eyes

Tell me what you see dont lie

Mu'fuckin' G

R-to the E-A to the T-EST

Last king, Look at my ring

Tell that bitch to get off my thing

My girl in here and she off that drink

Im off that mink

Fur murder swervin' make the jet ski do a hurdle

Yous a muthafucking turtle, knock you down like Berto

Straps on my sides like Urkle, boy i'll hurt you

Turn your face purple

Niggas wanna talk but yo convo worthless

These Converse yeah all black Chuckers

Im that nigga, you just a nigga

One more year, yeah I'mma be bigger

Dont call me Tigga, Jack The Ripper

Rip these beats then I eat you for dinner

{Chomp}

I'm Done