T-Killer motherfuck a spirit of Hitler
Scared hicka, you rap niggas
I'm master splinter i turtle-shell niggas
In Harold and Bell, niggas
Eat you like lunch, before the bell
Welcome to hell, niggas i rock bad bitches
I bed-rock bitches
Tyga IROC like Camaro 87 engines
The back lif' up
Black bat, your car's vision
The roof missing
Snapbacks, no fucking fitteds
My last dinner in a rapper's kitchen
Need a dentist after niggas
Leave you dental dinning
They call me hall pussy
I'm porky the pig with it
Leave a poker-face face even if
A fan can get it okay I really got anger
Kids should never talk to strangers
Might get you flat-out hangered
On a barb-wire hanger
I'm happy that I'm famous not a A-list
I'm ageless fresh out gorilla cages
When a train crush your fucking face, bitch
Poppy bangin', no rags just bloody statements
This music saved me
Can help you nigga's times wasting
White faces, see me and say my charms racist
The ice layers remind 'em of a lemon cake, mm
Get in line, baby limited I'm baby
It's Young Money Hades
Home of the mic rabies mic crazy
Tyga man, I'm part Asian eyes never lazy
GED-ing on the daily

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Writer(s): ERIC PRYDZ