A few weeks ago, Tyga x Honey Cocaine put out the track “Heisman Part 2,” the continuation of the single Heisman. The duo has now put out a music video for the profanity laced song. With their rapid fire clever word play, they might have you frozen as they pass you posin. Heisman.

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Heisman Part 2 music video by Tyga x Honey Cocaine

Lyrics to Heisman Part 2 by Tyga x Honey Cocaine

Auuugh. B*tch its T-Raw.
Blood on my paws.
Big booty chick.
Back a nigga to the wall.
Never get involved.
Murder every bar.
Sh*t so illegal.
Need a green card.
Different cars, different from yall.
I work hard.
You work at the mall.
Pass a b*tch off like my nigga John Wall.
Fuck her ina dark.
Gimme the light, Sean Paul.
Yeaaaaaaah.
B*tch i do this sh*t.
Cooler than a muthaf*cking penguin lip.
And my b*tch pussy fire.
Gotta extinguish it.
LeBron James and sh*t.
Got heat. Super freak.
Rick James you bitch.
Leave a stain and sh*t.
On ya couch. In ya house like brother man.
Hanging like Mr.Cooper hand.

Posin, Heisman.
Posin, Heisman.
Posin, Heisman.

Yo,
Gotta Asian b*tch on my left side.
‘Notha Asian right-right side.
They might send ya ass off to the next side.
B*tch hold ya damn breathe cause ya might die.
Got a group of bad bitches and i feel good.
Oh you hungry? Too bad cause my meals good.
And i shouldn’t beat a broad yet i still would.
But i try to be bad cause the deals good. Yeah.
Now look i got the urgue.
You feed the mouth some gold and sh*t.
Type of stuff to make ’em feel like alcohol and pumpin’ sh*t.
Hold a b*tch.
Just sold a b*tch.
“F*ck you, pay me” is what i told the b*tch.
You cant walk or talk.
I own ya b*tch.
Please don’t make me hot im the coldest b*tch. Ahhh!

Posin, Heisman
Posin, Heisman
Posin, Heisman

Weellll,
Running from the cop.
Boy born to kill.
how many did i lock
Bring it to ya front door.
Doorbell.
Knock knock, who there?
Houndini disappear.
Got green, John Deer.
More green, Paul Pierce.
Amazing what shot
You my son, da da.
Dot dot, Pacman.
That’s for opening you mouth.
Bust a nut.
Kick her out.
Need a cigarette now.
Put the cigarette down.
I’m the sh*t, loose bowels.
Laughing and i said it out loud.
Nigga getting busy like i work downtown.
On to the next if she don’t f*ck right now.
Harder than a pipe pan.
Pipe down.
Whatchu niggas talking bout?
Man, i’m what yo b*tch talking bout.
Too much then a album out.
Careless World drop.
*Puiem*
Then i’m out.

Posin, Heisman.
Posin, Heisman.
Posin, Heisman.

If a b*tch fuck around ima go off.
My advice, she better get Donder 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.
I got the cops to go
As my pockets grow.
Check the chains and the rings and the watches bro.
& a box a slut.
Or ill just box a hoe.
Tryna pass me b*tch it aint possible. Nahh!
Cool as f*ck.
I suggest you dress for the weather b*tch.
It’s whatever sh*t
Whenever b*tch.
Was a whore to a queen.
Whatever b*tch.
I proper kid, it’s the hotta sh*t
Some Gucci, Louie, Vendi,Prada shit.
Tellin me today you not a b*tch
Find me ina club where my partners is.
Schwag. B*TCH.

Posin, Heisman.
Poisn, Heisman.
Posin, Heisman.