Lpb Poody - I’m The One lyrics

[Intro] I gotta— I gotta come on strong I ain't tryna come on just sayin' some everything everybody said Anything, know what I'm sayin'? Gaow, baow Oh, come on, man For real We the reason why shots are gettin' fired in the city, ni**a (Timmy Da HitMan) Stop hidin' and pop out, you hear me? Ayy, look [Chorus] I'm the reason why the city still hot I'm the reason why the other side sendin' shots ni**as say they doin' this and that but they not Tell them pussy boys, "Please stop hidin' and pop out" Hangin' with these rockstars, all they know is rock out Get retarded with that stick like some fu*kin' dropouts All my ni**as put in work, we don't nеver clock out Can't be fu*kin' with thesе hoes, all these b*tches opped out They know we the ones who gon' get it started I'm the reason why them young ni**as get retarded Who invented that? (What?) Bringin' guns to the party MAC-11, Glock 19, ARs, and Carbons My ni**as put switches and beams on they 40 Hangin' with the OG, been clutchin' since a shorty Certified street ni**a, I should get awarded Ain't nothin' like them lames, them ni**as get us started [Verse] Peanut bu*ter Glock, I played the b*tch, don't jam I be quick to shoot at somethin' and I ain't talkin' RED cam I been with the shooters trappin', no, we don't scam No, we don't promote beef but they gon' put it on the 'Gram Real ni**as don't say sh*t, they keep it off the internet fu*k ni**as get Hollywood and really, I ain't feelin' that Gotta keep that sh*t a hundred, seem I invented that Couple 12 get involved, them crackers gon' try to interact Clap two times, give a shout-out to my enemies Them ni**as spinned the block and they ain't end up killin' me Ain't doin' no photo when it's pressure, this sh*t still in me I preach to the young ni**as, I got these jits feelin' me And how I feel, all these fu*k ni**as, they envy me Ain't got no rap for you ni**as so save your energy We the ones who with the folk sh*t, refresh your memory Go to war with everybody, b*tch, I mean literally I'm that young ni**a who they wanna kill Poody Tom Brady, call them plays in the field I'm the main reason why they can't sit still They gon' tell you what it ain't, but I'ma tell you what it is I'm that lil' ni**a that's gon' fu*k a ni**a b*tch I'm a big dog to you baby-ass pigs I'm the ni**a why they threw a hundred on the stick But we ain't gon' talk about why they dog rest in piss [Chorus] I'm the reason why the city still hot I'm the reason why the other side sendin' shots ni**as say they doin' this and that but they not Tell them pussy boys, "Please stop hidin' and pop out" Hangin' with these rockstars, all they know is rock out Get retarded with that stick like some fu*kin' dropouts All my ni**as put in work, we don't never clock out Can't be fu*kin' with these hoes, all these b*tches opped out They know we the ones who gon' get it started I'm the reason why them young ni**as get retarded Who invented that? (What?) Bringin' guns to the party MAC-11, Glock 19, ARs, and Carbons My ni**as put switches and beams on they 40 Hangin' with the OG, been clutchin' since a shorty Certified street ni**a, I should get awarded Ain't nothin' like them lames, them ni**as get us started