Jim Jones - I'm A k**a lyrics

ft. Charlie Rock, Trav & Sen City Gripped up, I'm ready, black car, no limit, ham talk, let's get it All my n***as authentic, ham talking, we live it Ham talking, we live it Gripped out, I'm ready, black car, no limit, ham talking, let's get it All my n***as authentic, ham talking, we live it Ham talking, we live it n***a, I'm a k**a, homicide all on my face Gun all on my waist Down to catch a new case from my hitter Staying down away for my boss Scream 'f** the law!' Give a round of applause I'm a k**a That murder, murder, that 187 That murder, murder, that 187 sponsored links When the trucks pull up and nowhere to hide That murder, murder, that homicide Ain't nothing changed, still jumping out the coupe You can scratch that, you can bring it back, I'm jumping off the roof She riding, shorty, you f** around, you jumping out to shoot This money aiming, if you n***as thought that I was out the loop See me where I'm at, leave me where you at Got weapon fire from my handgun like the squeezing of the Mac She said I'm so immense, she gun tip in my belt If you know me, b**h, then you know me, b**h I keep the guns by myself I got more wealth than you rap n***as Don't fire, don't act, n***as My n***as get act, n***as, f** around start clap, n***as And them Patty Pretzels, they do amuse me I might drop a bag just to watch a flick like I'm at the movies n***a, work upon my wrist, my phone pals on my hip Let me talk my sh**, the machine gun your b**h I said you ever spend the night when I'm hustling, when I'm hustling 'Bout half a mil' in my driveway and now I touch your b**h, you have it good n***as try to get the drug, but I put down Let them wait, I've been down like a seesaw Fronting is going back and forth, no ping pong Screaming 'f** the law!' I'm King Kong Been on my test with my vest on, get tough now Smoke a loud till the stress gone, n***a Mouth got you jumping off the roof I guess a n***a not so n***a Rebel by the motto on a mixtape sh**, venomous chest ole n***a I probably got a wolf for dead, hit him in the lung, let him call for dad When I leave the booth go straight to the trap If I ain't got that roofer, bet I got that Mac 32 shots, n***a, shot to your cat Throw a gun, throw a kit, take that back Gripped out, I'm ready, black car, no limit, ham talking, let's get it All my n***as authentic, ham talking, we live it Ham talking, we live it Gripped out, I'm ready, black car, no limit, ham talking, let's get it All my n***as authentic, ham talking, we live it Ham talking, we live it n***a, I'm a k**a, homicide all on my face Gun all on my waist Down to catch a new case from my hitter Staying down away for my boss Scream 'f** the law!' Give a round of applause I'm a k**a That murder, murder, that 187 That murder, murder, that 187 When the trucks pull up and nowhere to hide That murder, murder, that homicide