Heisman Part 2

[Verse 1: Tyga] Ahh! Bitch, it's T-Raw, blood on my paws Big booty chick back a nigga to the wall Never get involved, murder every bar Shit so illegal, need a green card Different cars, different from y'all I work hard, you work at the mall Pass a bitch off like my nigga John Wall Fuck her in the dark, gimme the light, Sean Paul (Yeahhh), bitch I do this shit Cooler than a motherfucking penguin limp & my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish it, Lebron James & shit Got heat super freak Rick James ya bitch, leave a stain & shit On ya couch in ya house like Brother Man Hanging like Mr. Cooper Hahn [Hook: Tyga] Posing, Heisman [x3] [Verse 2: Honey Cocaine] Yo, got a Asian bitch on my left side Another Asian bitch, right, right side They might send your ass off to the next side Bitch hold your damn breath cause you might die Gotta group of bad bitches and I feel good Oh your hungry? Too bad cause my meals good And I shouldn't beat a broad, yet I still would But I won't try and be bad, cause the deal's good Yeah, now look I got that urge to feed them off some gold and shit [Type of stuff] and make them feel like alcohol and [gold] and shit Hold the bitch, just sold the bitch, 'fuck you pay me' is what I told the bitch You can't walk or talk, I own you bitch Please don't make me hot, I'm the coldest bitch (agh) [Hook: Tyga] [Verse 3: Tyga] Well, running from the cop, boy born to kill Hand me the lock, bring it to your front door, doorbell Knock knock, who there? Houdini dissappear Got green, John Deere. More green, Paul Pierce (agh) Amazing with the shot, you my son, I adopt dot dot Pac-Man, that's for opening your mouth Bust a nut, kick her out, lit a cigarrette now Put the cigarette down, I'm the shit, loose bowels Wow, Laughing, did I say that out loud? Nigga getting busy like I work downtown On to the next if she don't fuck right now (right now) Harder than a pipe, can't pipe down What you niggas talking about? Man I'm what your bitch is talking about Two months then the album out Careless World drop, pewm, then I'm out [Hook: Tyga] [Verse 4: Honey Cocaine] If a bitch fuck around, I'mma go off My advice is she better get on the go You came to shop at the mall but I bought the stores I got a box of jewels, I call it pot of gold Got the cop to go, as my pockets grow Check the chains and the rings and the watches bro And I boxed a slut, I just boxed a ho You tryna pass me bitch? It ain't possible, nah I'm cool as fuck, I suggest you dress for the weather bitch It's whatever shit, whenever bitch What a whore to a queen? Whatever bitch I crop a kid, it's a hot to shit Some Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada Shit Tell them eat a dick, you ain't nada bitch Find me at the club where my partners is (Swag, Be-Betch) [Hook: Tyga] (Bitch I'm the shit)