I’m That Nigga

Lyrics

[Intro: Skatterman] Let me get in this verse, man Yeah Skatterman and Snug Brim Word on tha streets [Chorus: Skatterman & Snug Brim] I'm that nigga Hoppin' out that tour bus Button up's Christian Dior, cuz I'm that nigga Don't I just look like Money rollin' kush, make it rain, little buddy homie I'm that nigga Actin all ass like you motherfuckers Thousand dollar bills, suck it duckas I'm that nigga So you better recognize Plan to hate and even fuck with you guys [Verse 1: Skatterman] I'm that fool, who's in the yard Got the little homies lookin' out Ain't nobody barbecuin' But we in here cookin' out Gas mask on 'Bout to open like Costco's Sellin' more chickens in the neighborhood than Roscoe's Everybody watchin' But the youngsters still get it all Break it down, whip it up Package it, and ship it off White and yellow diamonds Matchin' bracelets with the fat rings Nigga spent the house On the Benz with the batwings (did he say batwings?) Yeah homie, it's like that The boy there, hot Somebody get him an ice pack Jigga on the line Glenda patching the call through Who else in the league could they pass the ball to? Strange Music's very own version of Kanye The difference is I'll smack you with a bottle of Andre Verses so slick Make 'em lust for what's comin' next Albums so fire Travis had to cut the check [Chorus: Skatterman & Snug Brim] I'm that nigga Hoppin' out that tour bus Button up's Christian Dior, cuz I'm that nigga Don't I just look like Money rollin' kush, make it rain, little buddy homie I'm that nigga Actin all ass like you motherfuckers Thousand dollar bills, suck it duckas I'm that nigga So you better recognize Plan to hate and even fuck with you guys I'm that nigga [Verse 2: Snug Brim] A walking duffel bag Mr. Federal Notes Close to a weed junkie (yeah) Quite far from being broke (no) I'm in my sleep, shinin' I wake up with a smile Rich, in my white Cart' buffs Snatch a couple of thou' I should not shit on y'all dog My ass is damn near showin' My dick went platinum already From the fetty we blowin' The whole world an ashtray Nigga, I'm Eddie King Where my photographer? Fuck it, just toss me in the frame Got my suspenders on (why?) To hold these pockets up (ok) Still in my winnin' zone Confident and cocky, bruh Yeah, that's me (man is that you?) Now where ya show-men at? With speakers, same color With the 'trone to match You out of cake I been printin', pimpin'; This big business Well you got out a thing I mean, nigga, what is it? We got a big spread Pull out ya' big whips We in the majors Baby Fuck em, I'll puff on them chips [Chorus: Skatterman & Snug Brim]I'm that nigga Hoppin' out that tour bus Button up's Christian Dior, cuz I'm that nigga Don't I just look like Money rollin' kush, make it rain, little buddy homie I'm that nigga Actin all ass like you motherfuckers Thousand dollar bills, suck it duckas I'm that nigga So you better recognize Plan to hate and even fuck with you guys I'm that nigga [Verse 3: Rich The Factor] I'm that nigga You can tell, I'm well respected I fucks around with Strange Music I'm well connected The Midwest, yeah that's us You gotta respect it The four-doors and the Coups They're well selected Can't ever buck, my child We ballin' too hard Strange Music splashin' With 40 of all of them cars I'm a breda So the breadish, they follow these bars Ever since I got my verse back I wrote my song Me and my niggas We in and out here, while the titties'll Just pop up on the scene We're right for the spinners That's how it is, it won't change Only expand Making an album, cross-country Gettin' rubber bands So while you layin' in the house Playing lover-man We out here, bitin' down Smokin' pounds by the lit gram So I'm a soldier's last boss With a dark horse Tap 'em on the shoulder Make 'em listen to the chorus [Chorus: Skatterman & Snug Brim] I'm that nigga Hoppin' out that tour bus Button up's Christian Dior, cuz I'm that nigga Don't I just look like Money rollin' kush, make it rain, little buddy homie I'm that nigga Actin all ass like you motherfuckers Thousand dollar bills, suck it duckas I'm that nigga So you better recognize Plan to hate and even fuck with you guys I'm that nigga [Bridge: The Popper] Skatter, Snug, Rich The Factor Strange Music We be them niggas This ya boy, Wally The Popper We strapped through KC, bossin' So if you ain't gots deep pockets (step the game up) [Verse 4: Tech N9ne] Yes My persona's bringing the drama Part of me is Osama The other's Barack Obama Put a comma before dishonor I fully would do with the tool, it Spray We do it, she move it She tryin' to be safe B-bullet, b-bullet, b-bullet Hey How can y'all dis' her? Bossy, McSaucy, flossy When you countin' tall figures In the mouth of all strippers Offin' y'all bitches Nina was in her walls Missed her When I was doing music For that Alpha Dog picture (I'm that nigga) (Now let's get into this shit)