Skeme, Young Thug - That Nigga lyrics

Who dat? Who dat? Who dat? (woah)
Who dat? Who dat? Who dat? (woah)
Who dat? Who dat? Who dat? (woah)

Young S K E woah some folks say he so
G A N G S T A t T G O
I won’t cut cake these hoes
Man I’d rather chase this dough
Only suckers put pussy over paper
Fuck y’all take me for?
And before I eat steaks with fakes I
Throw a ski mask on my face
Put my right shoulder to a front door and
Then run in and snatch me a safe
Went and made a meal then I said my grace
Then I cleaned everything on my plate
Then I hit a bad bitch, I made her cum first
Then I came fashionably late

Right, don’t compare me with no rat niggas
Came from the trenches
Now look where we at nigga (on bloods)
Been balling for a stretch
Check the stats nigga
I’mma fuck around and change my
Name to that nigga
I’mma fuck around and change my
Name to that nigga
I’mma fuck around and change my
Name to that nigga
Been balling for a stretch
Check the stats nigga (on bloods)
I’mma fuck around and change my
Name to that nigga

Rari for the trash and a Rari for the luxury
Bands for my mama’s kids and
Bands for my children come and make a deal
Like a motherfucking pickle
I am so for real
Sold half a million ‘fore I killed you
I’m after shawty
His bitch think that I am the
Bomb like a muhfucking missile
Catch me in traffic when you
See me don’t look suprizzled
You don’t want war we kill niggas
And go bout our day like it’s nizzle
I’m so proficient ain't talkin Trey
Songz with the Trigga

Don’t compare me with no rat niggas
Came from the trenches
Now look where we at nigga (on bloods)
Been balling for a stretch
Check the stats nigga
I’mma fuck around and change my
Name to that nigga
I’mma fuck around and change my
Name to that nigga
I’mma fuck around and change my
Name to that nigga
Been balling for a stretch
Check the stats nigga (on bloods)
I’mma fuck around and change my
Name to that nigga

Reviewing deals on my iPhone
You know paper be my priority
But that paper don’t sit over loyalty
I follow G codes, ain’t no ho in me
I’m that nigga
That nigga that pull up with killers
And knock on the haters that
Say they don’t feel us
Been triller, so triller
Get skrilla for realer
My bank account overstuffed
Keep them shit's filled up
Overloaded, bloated, pockets overflowing
Got to get this dough and blow
It like I grow it necklace heavy, glowing
And I leave this show in gold grills
Looking like I rep the Nolia
I got too much drive to
Call a fucking chauffeur
High as heaven, tryna parallel the rover
In this beeper bitch we going
You niggas out here be
Sweet as Russel Stovers

Don’t compare me with no rat niggas
Came from the trenches
Now look where we at nigga
Been balling for a stretch
Check the stats nigga
I’mma fuck around and change my
Name to that nigga