Kodak Black - I’m That Nigga lyrics
Kodak Black [Dieuson Octave] Pompano Beach, Florida, U.S
[Kodak Black - I’m That Nigga lyrics]
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
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 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
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
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
Damn it 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 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
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 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
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
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
Damn it 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 chosen one
I'm that nigga