LPB Poody – I’m The One

I’m The One Lyrics
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, nigga (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
Niggas 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 fuckin’ dropouts
All my niggas put in work, we don’t nеver clock out
Can’t be fuckin’ with thesе hoes, all these bitches opped out
They know we the ones who gon’ get it started
I’m the reason why them young niggas get retarded
Who invented that? (What?)
Bringin’ guns to the party
MAC-11, Glock 19, ARs, and Carbons
My niggas put switches and beams on they 40
Hangin’ with the OG, been clutchin’ since a shorty
Certified street nigga, I should get awarded
Ain’t nothin’ like them lames, them niggas get us started
Verse
Peanut butter Glock, I played the bitch, 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 niggas don’t say shit, they keep it off the internet
Fuck niggas get Hollywood and really, I ain’t feelin’ that
Gotta keep that shit 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 niggas spinned the block and they ain’t end up killin’ me
Ain’t doin’ no photo when it’s pressure, this shit still in me
I preach to the young niggas, I got these jits feelin’ me
And how I feel, all these fuck niggas, they envy me
Ain’t got no rap for you niggas so save your energy
We the ones who with the folk shit, refresh your memory
Go to war with everybody, bitch, I mean literally
I’m that young nigga 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’ nigga that’s gon’ fuck a nigga bitch
I’m a big dog to you baby-ass pigs
I’m the nigga 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
Niggas 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 fuckin’ dropouts
All my niggas put in work, we don’t never clock out
Can’t be fuckin’ with these hoes, all these bitches opped out
They know we the ones who gon’ get it started
I’m the reason why them young niggas get retarded
Who invented that? (What?)
Bringin’ guns to the party
MAC-11, Glock 19, ARs, and Carbons
My niggas put switches and beams on they 40
Hangin’ with the OG, been clutchin’ since a shorty
Certified street nigga, I should get awarded
Ain’t nothin’ like them lames, them niggas get us started

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