Kodak Black – I'm That N*gga lyrics

Aye man let me get my rem on ice man
Let me get that check straight hunnids
Let me get my back in before I hit yo city, or I ain't going straight up, foreal
I'm that nigga now man, I ain't in the projects shooting dice no more
I'm outchea doe, 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 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
Damnit 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 forgeiners
Jackboy right behind me where we slide they know it's us
I was on the 4 now I'm on 5 pour it up (lean, lean, lean, lean)
Kodak Black performing live you know they showing up
Yea 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, K you the man
Cause I got on my shit lil nigga running up the band's
Boy I need my bread, 'bout my cheese I go ham
I be on the mollys, ion 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
Damnit 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)

You the golden one? Streets say you the choosen one!

I'm that nigga!