King Company

[Verse 1: Honey Cocaine] Yellow bitch wear gold jewels New bitch, drive old school Them bitches hate like, "Who you?" You ain't shit, you boo-boo I gets mine and take yours Shitting what I made for Touring, bitch, I give it dawg Tell her that I said, "I did it, dawg" Yellow bitch, all night Yellow bitch, all right Yellow bitch, I does my thang All the homies sell white I know, I know, I know your nigga love to sing my songs, bitch If you fucking with me, then you fucking with the wrong bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it He 'bout it, 'bout it He hit it, hit it Can't live without it, 'out it I'm in this dawg, treat that rap like it's my job When my brahs fuck the cops, thirsty bitches acting pause Don't be moving like you and I was friends or something Cause I'm just doing me, rapping trying to spit something I don't know you brah Suck my clit, I don't owe you brahs Gold skin bitch with the golden hair Honey Cocaine to the fucking world, hey [Verse 2: Tyga] Fuck the world, came and gave her a baby My car do 180, I'm losing sperm, I'm faded Your girl ejaculate me, I'm horse riding that anal This crazy shit I be saying insane, I'm Charles Manson This motherfucker ain't landing I'm landing on bitches' panties That lambskin in the Lambo Shoot up your leg, now you can't stand me (ha) Pop up, pop up on you with cars you've seen in cartoons I'm like f-f-f-fuck you, cause you, ain't got nothing to lose Funny, Adam Sandler I cover my back with mammals They judge me, don't need a panel You gossip too much; E channel W-w-why you all up on me? I thought I told you don't call me My cousins, they see me shining Now they're all begging for diamonds I, I'm just good with this rhyming Rolex, that's perfect timing Might change my name to Muhammad Like Ali, she call me Papi (ah) Don't want more problems I just want more money Two house bunnies to keep the king company (ha)