Break Up

[Freestyle: Tyga] 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 G.E.D-ing on the daily