I'm Done - Tyga

Killa nigga, last king roll up on ‘em in a Bentley

Mothafucka, gorilla, go getter, hoe getter

Hoe nigga better hold yours nigga

I’m sick, throw up, throw up this liquor

Mo' money I got it

Bitches ain’t problems not to me

Yeah they bout it, Master P so many albums on release

Shit in my closet, Louboutan and bloody bottoms

Bitches spot em yeah I’m stylin

Tyga pilot, fly no mileage yeah I put them bitches on it

California man, gold on my license plate

Ladies' man, baby I know what them bitches like

Little mic, mike n ikes, candy color cover ice

Outta sight, outta mind

She gon spend the night but don’t waste my time

I’m 2 miles away from the Hollywood sign

King of the hill nigga don’t look down

Probably at Polo house right now

All these bitches on the prowl

Look at my flow look at my eyes

Tell me what you see don’t lie

Mo’fuckin G R to the E A to the T EST

Last king look at my ring tell that bitch get off my thing

My girl ain’t here and she off that drink

I’m off that mink

Fur murder swervin' make the jet ski do a hurdle

You’s a motherfuckin turtle knock you down like Berto

Straps on my side like Urkle, boy I’ll hurt you

Turn your face purple

Niggas wanna talk but your convo worthless

These converse yeah all black chuckers

I’m that nigga, you just a nigga

One more year, yeah I’ma be bigger

Don’t call me Tigga, jack the ripper

Rip these beats then I eat you for dinner

I’m done!