I’m That Nigga (MW)

Lyrics

[Intro: Robb Banks] Let that bitch ride Trunks in the booth Cris Dinero on the track We might do a fusion (gling gling gling) Huh, huh (know what I'm sayin') Huh, huh (bring it back) Bitch [Refrain] I'm that nigga, huh, huh, still that nigga, huh, huh Been that nigga, huh, huh, been that nigga, huh, huh Phone gon' kill you, huh, huh, Phone pull trigger, huh, huh Phone might get you, huh, huh, don't speak, written, huh, huh Run this shit back, Phone [Chorus: Robb Banks] Still that, still that, huh, still that nigga Been that, been that, huh, I been that nigga Still that, still that, you dig, still that nigga, you dig Been that, you dig, been that, you dig, been that nigga [Verse 1: Robb Banks] Ayy, I told her move like a soldier She gon' let me bend her, flip her over Fuck her ass in the back of the Rover Yeah, my neck like a four-leaf clover And my left wrist got a boulder Might spit it, might cough it up on you Yeah, I fuck your main bitch, she a goner Pinky ring look like a flying saucer I feel like Fabo, feel like Fabo Cotton candy, nigga, got my Faygo Love the Trapanese on my egg roll New bitch Japanese on my payroll Bitch, I'm the Falcon, I'm the legend You know the ho, come and get it Don't like to talk, no attention Might take your bitch on a S-Rank mission Double S, new edition Cut the line, had addition Fuck your bitch, then I finger In the basement, like Tigger [Chorus: Robb Banks] Still that, still that, huh, still that nigga Been that, been that, huh, I been that nigga Still that, still that, you dig, still that nigga, you dig Been that, you dig, been that, you dig, been that nigga [Refrain: Robb Banks] I'm that nigga, still that nigga Been that nigga, yeah, I been that nigga Phone might kill 'em, Phone pull trigger Phone might get you, Phone might flip you [Verse 2: Lil Gnar] Ink in my skin motivation You know I stay motivated, uh I know why niggas be hatin' I been that nigga since seventh I might go get 911 Chopper give him a lil blessing Chopper send him to the reverend She hit my phone She cannot leave me alone Walked in this bitch with my gat Your wife wanna lick on my sack, woah These niggas lame and they fraudulent Her ass ain't fat, it got collagen I am that nigga, it's obvious Hop in that whip like a god Open the suicide door We serve white like ping pong, uh Backwood fat like King Kong, uh Thumbin' through racks with a mink on Huh, bitch, I'm Still that, still that Still that nigga [Chorus: Robb Banks] Still that, still that, huh, still that nigga Been that, been that, huh, I been that nigga Still that, still that, you dig, still that nigga, you dig Been that, you dig, been that, you dig, been that nigga [Refrain: Robb Banks] I'm that nigga, still that nigga Been that nigga, yeah, I been that nigga Phone might kill 'em, Phone pull trigger Phone might get you, Phone might flip you