I’m Dat n*gga lyrics

(Intro)
They Checking for me cuz i got a check
But i ain't wearing Nike likely I'm wearing a tec
Bullets that make you (?) tell em to go in ya neck
Double X L so icy Gucci (?) in my steps

[Hook](x2)
I'm about to show you why i am the sh*t
And then after i show you you'll be on my di*k
Cuz I'm that n*gga but you don't know it yet
Im just that n*gga but you don't know it yet

[Verse 1]
I be that Brooklyn n*gga with the golden smile
They ain't know me 09 bet they know me know
George shorts and a white T fork in the white B
Made more with the Pyrex then Givenchy
Shop never close now hundred for O's
If you buying 36 hoes sell for the low
Im major without a deal I'm not these rap n*ggas
My art imitates life and that's a fact n*gga
No respect for suckers who run they lips
Then pick who they will and won't get tough with
Anybody who play me, i fold em or shot em
And i ain't got to get em cuz i already got em
Sixteen with a Mac 11
Now you hearing my 16's on Hot 97
Young Harry Powder blooming like a Cocoa flower
Hamper full of towels all the b*tches took a shower
Clean kills, Stan Smiths by the poolside
Fireplace lit every day is Utah
My presence a gift to my sexiest b*tch
Dog dressed light skin with devilish lips
Stop blushing and show em i ain't fronting
Take a Instragram with that n*gga for no hustling
Casino flow me and Mo playing roulette
My life is a gamble whats a thousand dollar bet
Pro chip the pound no fro willies around
Double shots of crown royal losing me down
We young n*ggas with grown money they all watch
No hand i could throw cost more than my watch
Watch me make moves dont wait for no n*ggas
Started from the bottom I levitated on most n*ggas
Hard work pays literally coke whipper
Big body benz too I'm a f*cking dope dealer n*gga
[Hook](x2)
I"m about to show you why i am the sh*t
And then after i show you'll be on my di*k
Cuz I'm that n*gga but you don't know it yet
I'm just that n*gga but you don't know it yet

[Verse 2: Young Lito]
Young Lito fresher then a new bar
That six top just fold like a futon
Flyer then Clark Kent when he got the suit gone
Used to be too short now my money too long
And bad b*tches date me, broke n*ggas hate me
Tell em get a little more paper they could trace me
Aiming for the stars and my gun is off safety
Swag on Mars and my group is on spacey
We hit the club hoes screaming take me
f*ck em then I tell em leave now they screaming "MAKE ME!"
n*ggas can't shake me I be out in A.C
Shooting drug money block jumping like Blake G.,
Winner since H3 or when i rock the AVE
Moms had Chryst in my bottle as a baby
Now i pour Chryst on a model like I'm crazy
Young live n*gga but these hoes say I'm wavy


[Hook](x2)
[Verse 3]
Every re-up I'm building another level up
Won't live life as a pilgrim I'm not a settler
Shipment full of birds to my hood I'm Columbus
We Chrystal, Chris Wallace, and Chris Dudus
Gangsta rap (?) the pack, you pay me i dap
You play me i clap just stating the facts
I wanna be a millionaire so freaking bad
Half waited off crack, really did it the most
Never did it the boast, sitting amongst the gross
Picture and getting toast, counting and making jokes
Bout hating n*ggas that's broke
I would kill em but me making a killing
Is killing them slow (Die!)
New car like a shot to the head (Bah!)
New b*tch like i pushed her off the ledge (Ahhh!)
New songs flex bongs n*ggas fed
When i do this million dollar deal n*ggas gone be dead
I'm living taking pictures with the Kool-Aid smile
Flashy dope dealer yea you know my style
Had no hope n*gga i came up real wild
Most of my friends are killers some of them blew trial
See you in 15 with good behavior
If i don't make it doing rap ima be ya neighbor
For now i'll be that n*gga New York's savior
Save ya breath the (?) and bet ya wagers
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