I'm That N*gga
Ayy man, let me get my Rem' on iceman
Let me get that check straight hundreds
Let me get my back in before I hit yo' city
Or I ain't going straight up, for real
I'm that nigga now man
I ain't in the projects shooting dice no more
I'm out here though, project baby, heart of the projects man
You digg, mount up
Excuse me, where my stylist?
Pop my collar, please
Security, get these bitches off of me
Paparazzi love me, I got lots of cheese
Instagram, Kodak Black, follow me
Really I be tricking nigga Halloween
I ate my veggies, ma I'm healthy, I smoke broccoli
Honestly, you mad that you proud of me
Kodak oxygen, I got lots of trees
All this gwalla be stuffed up in my Robin jeans
Do it with no hands, girl, join my soccer team
Philosophy, section 8 democracy
I rolled the dice and went to jail, no Monopoly
I told them that the money train is coming, don't get left (don't get left)
Nigga should've hurried up and jumped up on my trail
Niggas on that groupie shit, they talking me to death
Fuck that bougie bitch, you ain't got nothing, go to hell
Dammit, I don't know what's goin' through they fucking head
Once I get the deal, I swear to God you niggas dead
Oh, so you that Kodak Black nigga, huh?
You the golden one? Streets say you the chosen one
I'm that nigga
Lil' nigga pulling up in foreigners
Jackboy right behind me where we slide, they know it's us
I was on the four now, I'm on five, pour it up (lean, lean, lean, lean)
Kodak Black performing live, you know they showing up
Yeah, I got lil' cool right here with his .40 tucked
I broke up with my coupe, I'm in love with rover trucks
Kodak, you that nigga, I must admit, 'kay, you the man
'Cause I got on my shit lil' nigga running up the bands
Boy, I need my bread, 'bout my cheese I go ham
I be on the Mollys, I don't fuck 'round with no Xans
Boy, that work be roll come a couple I ain't playing
Boy, I make them junkies smoke that dope right out the can
I told them that the money train is coming, don't get left (don't get left)
Nigga should've hurried up and jumped up on my trail
Niggas on that groupie shit, they talking me to death
Fuck that bougie bitch, you ain't got nothing, go to hell
Dammit, I don't know what's goin' through they fucking head
Once I get the deal, I swear to God you niggas dead
Oh, so you that Kodak Black nigga, huh?
You the golden one? Streets say you the chosen one
I'm that nigga
Chosen one I'm that nigga
(I'm that nigga) you the golden one?
Streets say you the chosen one
I'm that nigga
Let me get that check straight hundreds
Let me get my back in before I hit yo' city
Or I ain't going straight up, for real
I'm that nigga now man
I ain't in the projects shooting dice no more
I'm out here though, project baby, heart of the projects man
You digg, mount up
Excuse me, where my stylist?
Pop my collar, please
Security, get these bitches off of me
Paparazzi love me, I got lots of cheese
Instagram, Kodak Black, follow me
Really I be tricking nigga Halloween
I ate my veggies, ma I'm healthy, I smoke broccoli
Honestly, you mad that you proud of me
Kodak oxygen, I got lots of trees
All this gwalla be stuffed up in my Robin jeans
Do it with no hands, girl, join my soccer team
Philosophy, section 8 democracy
I rolled the dice and went to jail, no Monopoly
I told them that the money train is coming, don't get left (don't get left)
Nigga should've hurried up and jumped up on my trail
Niggas on that groupie shit, they talking me to death
Fuck that bougie bitch, you ain't got nothing, go to hell
Dammit, I don't know what's goin' through they fucking head
Once I get the deal, I swear to God you niggas dead
Oh, so you that Kodak Black nigga, huh?
You the golden one? Streets say you the chosen one
I'm that nigga
Lil' nigga pulling up in foreigners
Jackboy right behind me where we slide, they know it's us
I was on the four now, I'm on five, pour it up (lean, lean, lean, lean)
Kodak Black performing live, you know they showing up
Yeah, I got lil' cool right here with his .40 tucked
I broke up with my coupe, I'm in love with rover trucks
Kodak, you that nigga, I must admit, 'kay, you the man
'Cause I got on my shit lil' nigga running up the bands
Boy, I need my bread, 'bout my cheese I go ham
I be on the Mollys, I don't fuck 'round with no Xans
Boy, that work be roll come a couple I ain't playing
Boy, I make them junkies smoke that dope right out the can
I told them that the money train is coming, don't get left (don't get left)
Nigga should've hurried up and jumped up on my trail
Niggas on that groupie shit, they talking me to death
Fuck that bougie bitch, you ain't got nothing, go to hell
Dammit, I don't know what's goin' through they fucking head
Once I get the deal, I swear to God you niggas dead
Oh, so you that Kodak Black nigga, huh?
You the golden one? Streets say you the chosen one
I'm that nigga
Chosen one I'm that nigga
(I'm that nigga) you the golden one?
Streets say you the chosen one
I'm that nigga
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Writer(s): Producer, Bill Kahan Kapri
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