[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 n***a
Hoppin' out that tour bus
Button up's Christian Dior, cuz
I'm that n***a
Don't I just look like
Money rollin' kush, make it rain, little buddy homie
I'm that n***a
Actin all ass like you motherfuckers
Thousand dollar bills, suck it duckas
I'm that n***a
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
N***a 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 n***a
Hoppin' out that tour bus
Button up's Christian Dior, cuz
I'm that n***a
Don't I just look like
Money rollin' kush, make it rain, little buddy homie
I'm that n***a
Actin all ass like you motherfuckers
Thousand dollar bills, suck it duckas
I'm that n***a
So you better recognize
Plan to hate and even fuck with you guys
I'm that n***a

[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
N***a, 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, n***a, 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 n***a
Hoppin' out that tour bus
Button up's Christian Dior, cuz
I'm that n***a
Don't I just look like
Money rollin' kush, make it rain, little buddy homie
I'm that n***a
Actin all ass like you motherfuckers
Thousand dollar bills, suck it duckas
I'm that n***a
So you better recognize
Plan to hate and even fuck with you guys
I'm that n***a

[Verse 3: Rich The Factor]
I'm that n***a
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 n***as
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 n***a
Hoppin' out that tour bus
Button up's Christian Dior, cuz
I'm that n***a
Don't I just look like
Money rollin' kush, make it rain, little buddy homie
I'm that n***a
Actin all ass like you motherfuckers
Thousand dollar bills, suck it duckas
I'm that n***a
So you better recognize
Plan to hate and even fuck with you guys
I'm that n***a

[Bridge: The Popper]
Skatter, Snug, Rich The Factor
Strange Music
We be them n***as
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 n***a)
(Now let's get into this shit)