Royce Da 5'9" - I'm k**in It lyrics

[Intro: Bizarre & (Mr. Porter)] We cooling right now (Yeah) D-Twizzy (Yeah!) Nickel Nine (Yeah) Haha, Mr. Porter! [Verse 1: Mr. Porter] I'm the black Son of Anarchy Your actions can't harm me, the plans malarkey Tell Puff I'm too groom, you can't A&R me I'm staring at a whole army with the hammer on me What you call war I call a damn party Everybody invited Got everybody excited, now everybody decided You stay off Instagram you'll get everybody indicted The game ain't what it used to be It's too tight, y'all ain't used to D "How it feel to stand next to Em," a fan said to me I said "Ask Em, how it feel to stand next to me" It's action when I start shooting the scene, Scream I come through your screen like the movie The Ring I'm a mix between between Pac and Martin Luther, the King Heart of a Spartan, your partner ain't doing a thing, now [Hook: King Gordy & Kuniva] These bu*t buffets cost me twenty-two hundred (I'm k**in' it) Dick all up in your baby momma's stomach (I'm k**in' it) I'm doing shows with my drink, about to vomit but I'm k**in' it I-I, I'm k**in' it, I-I, I'm k**in' it Fresh as hell, look at my J's homie (I'm k**in' it) If your b**h keep throwing p**y my way homie (I'm k**in' it) She love these brand new Carter-Ye's on me (I'm k**in' it) I-I, I'm k**in' it, I-I, I'm k**in' it [Verse 2: Kuniva] If anybody got a problem we can handle it here My picture frame on your momma's wall, the man of the year bu*t naked cooking grilled cheese in my sandals with beer Glock .40 on me homie, better handle with care It's been a while, the derelict's back, barbaric reactions My squad cause double fear, parallel to terrorist attacks Gain traction, some of them hoes, you gotta name tag them Ditch my side piece for my main magnum Fire rapid, that Crown Royal, that purple fabric You and me, I'm PS4, you're Turbo Graphics My crew is crazy, we ready to murk something This sh** get to poppin' everywhere like [?] Kids be like "Yo, you just got dope overnight" I be like "Nah, you just see that these n***as overhyped" On my life, my crew was the sh**, ain't nobody truer than this Got any static you can chew on a dick, b**h! [Hook: King Gordy & Kuniva] These bu*t buffets cost me twenty-two hundred (I'm k**in' it) Dick all up in your baby momma's stomach (I'm k**in' it) I'm doing shows with my drink, about to vomit but I'm k**in' it I-I, I'm k**in' it, I-I, I'm k**in' it Fresh as hell, look at my J's homie (I'm k**in' it) If your b**h keep throwing p**y my way homie (I'm k**in' it) She love these brand new Carter-Ye's on me (I'm k**in' it) I-I, I'm k**in' it, I-I, I'm k**in' it [Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9"] They call me either 5'9" or Nickel-Nina dispersion I told myself in '03 if I ever get ethered it's thirsty I hungry again I might either mentally craft the Evilest verses or eat a rich person, Armageddon's upon us So all my weapons enormous, I never fold it Therefore all my respect is on corners, all of my dough Is off the record, all my hoes in my possession are all possessive Each time the crowd put they hands together for me it's all a blessing If y'all approach me I can't go for that But I can go on a Hall & Oates spree, have you and your mans Doing the Morris Day dance Life flashing before your eyes Like God is in the air following you with a mirror Bullets dancing off the Oak tree This one's presented by soul k**ers, I'm tricking I sold figures Digging your grave with five super fly gold diggers I ain't sending no young'ns at ya, I'm the one that's gon' catch ya Either that or I'm sending my old n***as I'm Barry Bonds with the confidence, I stick myself with my pen 40s hits as a shortage, I pull this trigger and Larry Johnson your hairline I'm bearing arms like octopuses drinking 40s And I'm k**in' this sh** with D-Twizzy and Gordy Who got it locked? We locksmithing it To these hater adore these Dignitaries is straight spitters who workplace In dictionaries and play some balls in front of placekickers Kickin' it to the scores, none of you ate to these 8 figures How am I supposed to believe something you say When the closest you come to hot hoes is having my smoking gun in your face We up in the dealership, before you call the salesperson Make sure that this compartment's on [?] I have black and yellow thread on my back on them Lambo seats Before Theo Huxtable bought himself a Gordon Gartrell shirt I blow a n***a who sold out soul out of his frame His whole time frame on the globe wasn't worth more than my Denzel's worth [Hook: King Gordy & Kuniva] These bu*t buffets cost me twenty-two hundred (I'm k**in' it) Dick all up in your baby momma's stomach (I'm k**in' it) I'm doing shows with my drink, about to vomit but I'm k**in' it I-I, I'm k**in' it, I-I, I'm k**in' it Fresh as hell, look at my J's homie (I'm k**in' it) If your b**h keep throwing p**y my way homie (I'm k**in' it) She love these brand new Carter-Ye's on me (I'm k**in' it) I-I, I'm k**in' it, I-I, I'm k**in' it [Outro: Bizarre] Yeah, we just having fun Mr. Porter Nickel, Kuniva D-Twizzy! Mixtape, Devil's Night! Haha