"I'm Done" lyrics

How you gon' hate on me in the club?
Nigga I ain't even in the club, ha-ha-ha-ha

(We-Well Done) Ha! Killing nigga's, last kings
Get'em roll up on'em, In a Bentley motherfucker
Go realer or go-getter
Go get a hoe nigga, better hold your's nigga
I'm sick, throw up, throw up this liquor
Mo money I got it, Bitchex they problems
That to me, yeah they 'bout it
Master P., so many albums
Unreleased, sh-shit in my closet
Louis Vuitton & "Bloody Bottoms"
Bitchex spot'em, yeah I'm styling
T-Tyga pro'ly fly, no mileage
Cheah I put them Bitchex on it
(Ah!) California man, gold on my license plate
Ladies man lady, I know what them Bitchex like
Little Mike, Mike & Ikes, candy-colored cup of ice
Out of site, out of 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
Party at polo house right now
All these Bitchex on the prow. (Ah)
Look at my flow, look at my eyes
Tell me what you see, don't lie
Motherfucking G, R to the E, A to the T, E-S-T
Last king, look at my ring
Tell that bitch to get off my thing
My girl in here & she off that drink I'm off that mink
Fur, murder, swerve && make the jet ski do a hurtle
You's a motherfucking turtle, knock you down like Burtle uh
Straps on my side like Urkel, boy I'll hurt ya, turn ya face purple
Nigga's wanna talk, but ya convo worthless
These Converse yeah, all-black chuckers
I'm that nigga, (yep) you just a nigga. (yep)
One more year, yeah I'ma be bigger
Don't call me "Tigger", Jack the Ripper
Rip this beat then I eat you for dinner
(Ah!)
I'm done!