I gotta I gotta come on strong
I don't wanna come on just say anything
Anybody can say anything
Glow bow
Come on man for real
We the reason shots getting fired nigga
Stop hiding and pop out (ya hear me)
Ay look
I'm the reason why the city still hot
I'm the reason why the other side sending shots
Niggas saying they doing this and that but they not
Tell them pussy boys please stop hiding and pop out
Hanging with these rockstars all they know is rock out
Get retarted with that stick like some fucking drop outs
All my niggas put in work we don't ever clock out
Can't be fucking with these hoes all these bitches opped out
They know we the ones who gone get it started
I'm the reason why them young niggas get retarted
Who invented that? What? (Bringing guns to the party)
Mac 11 glock nineteens ARs and carbons
My niggas put switches and beams on they
Forty
Hanging with the Ogs been clutching since a shorty
Certified street nigga I should get awarded
Ain't nothing like them lames them niggas get extorted
Peanut butter glokk I pray this bitch don't jam
I be quick to shoot something and I ain't talking red cam
I be with the shooters, trappers, no we don't scam
No we don't promote beef but they gone put it on the gram
Real niggas don't say shit they keep it off the internet
Fuck niggas gettin Hollywood and really I ain't feeling that
Gotta keep shit a hundred feelin like I invented that
Cause when twelve get involved them crackas gonna try to interact
Clap two times give a shout out to my enemies
Them niggas spinned the block but they ain't end up killing me
Ain't doing no folding when it's pressure that shit instilled in me
I preach to the young niggas I got these kits feeling me
And how it feel all these fuck niggas they envy me
Ain't got no rap for you niggas so save ya energy
We the ones with the fuck shit refresh ya memory
Go to war with everybody bitch I mean literally
I'm that young nigga who they wanna kill
Poody Tom Brady calling plays in the field
I'm the main reason why they can't sit still
They gone tell you what it ain't but ima tell you what it is
I'm that lil nigga that's gone fuck a nigga bitch
I'm a big dog to you baby ass pits
I'm the nigga why they threw a hunnid on a stick
But we ain't gon talk about why his dawg rest in piss
I'm the reason why the city still hot
I'm the reason why the other side sending shots
Niggas saying they doing this and that but they not
Tell them pussy boys please stop hiding and pop out
Hanging with these rockstars all they know is rock out
Get retarted with that stick like some fucking drop outs
All my niggas put in work we don't ever clock out
Can't be fucking with these hoes all these bitches opped out
They know we the ones who gone get it started
I'm the reason why them young niggas get retarted
Who invented that? What? (Bringing guns to the party)
Mac 11 glock nineteens ARs and carbons
My niggas put switches and beams on they
40
Hanging with the Ogs been clutching since a shorty
Certified street nigga I should get awarded
Ain't nothing like them lames them niggas get extorted
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