Honey Cocaine ☆ Heisman (Feat. Tyga)

*****, it’s T-Raww, blood on my paws
Big booty chick back a nigga to the wall
Never get involved, murder every bar
Shit so illegal, get a green card
Different cause, different from y’all
I work hard, you work at the mall
Pass a ***** off like my nigga John Wall
***** in the dark, gimme the light, Sean Paul
Yeahhhhh, ***** I do this shit
Cooler than a mother*****ing penguin lip
& my ***** ***** fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit
Got heat super freak Rick James ya *****, leave a stain & shit
On ya couch in ya house like brotherman
Hanging like Mr. Cooper hand
[Chorus]
Posing, Heisman [x3]
[Honey Cocaine]
Yo, got a Asian ***** on my left side
Another Asian *****, right, right side
They might send your ass off to the next side
***** hold your damn breath cause you might die
Gotta group of bad *****es and I feel good
Oh you’re hungry? Too bad cause my meal’s good
And I shouldn’t beat a broad, but I still would
But I don’t try and be bad cause the deals good
Yeah, now look I got that urge to feed them off some gold and shit
Type of stuff to make them feel like alcohol and gold and shit
Hold the *****, just sold the *****, ***** you pay me is what I told the *****
Can’t walk or talk cause I own you *****
Please don’t make me hot, I’m the coldest ***** (agh)
[Chorus]
Posing, Heisman [x3]
[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
Amazing win shot, you my son, I adopt , dop dop
Pacman, 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 ***** right now (right now)
Harder than a pipe, can’t pipe down
What you niggas talking about?
Man I’m what your ***** is talking about
Two months then the album out
Carelessworld drop, pewm, then im out.
[Chorus]
Posing, Heisman [x3]
[Honey Cocaine]
If a ***** ***** around, I might go off
My advice is you better get dawn to go
You cannot shop at the mall, but I buy out the stores
I got a box of jewels, I call it pot of gold
Call the cops to go, as my pockets grow
Get the chains and the rings and the watches, bro
And I boxed a slut, I just boxed a hoe
You tried to pass me *****, it ain’t possible, nah
I’m cool as *****, I suggest you dress for the weather *****
Is forever shit, one never *****
What’s a whore to a queen? Whatever *****!
I crop a kid, it’s a hot to shit
Its some gucci, Louis, fendi, Prada shit
Tell them eat a dick, you ain’t not a *****
Find me in the club where my partners is
(Schwagg, *****!)
[Chorus]
Posing, Heisman [x3]