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Zaytoven

Stiff Arm

 

Stiff Arm

(álbum: Street Credentials - 2023)


Bah, bah (Phew, Zaytoven), bah, bah (Doe, Doe, Doe)
Bah, bah, bah, bah (Doe Beezy)
I'm fresh up off a drill, I'm on my Zay tiggy (Zay tiggy)
Bitch, I'm fresh up off (Ayy, ayy) a drill, I'm on Zay shit (Let's go, let's go)

Woke up, grab my Glock .9, it's time to hit the block
Walk down hit his top I ain't tryna hit his spot
We don't shoot at houses bitch we tryna hit the opp
Price up on your head my younging tryna get the knot
Talking all that shit like we gon' slide and let it chop
We finesse watch what you cop, pot, full of Fetty Wap
VV's in my watch got me stiff up on your thot
And she getting squashed bitch I'm stiff up on the opps

If you rich as fuck lift your wrist up
I'm stiff up on an opp like I'm Nick Chubb
Broski love his chest so much he gives his bricks hugs
If I lift his pistol up I bet he bitch up, yeah
Can't control my savages them niggas outta pocket
All I heard was a holler now all I hear is silence
Wake up in the morning, pop perky like a vitamin
Goosie gum bottles like Trident these hoes liking it
Four Bentley trucks man nigga ain't got no licenses
Thought they was talking about us when they said ISIS hit bitch we be wiping shit
Bizzy always keeps his pipe and shit up like he on some shit
If you lit and can't get touched this gun don't care bout none of that lighting shit

Woke up, grab my Glock .9, it's time to hit the block
Walk down hit his top I ain't tryna hit his spot
We don't shoot at houses bitch we tryna hit the opp
Price up on your head my younging tryna get the knot
Talking all that shit like we gon' slide and let it chop
We finesse watch what you cop, pot, full of Fetty Wap
VV's in my watch got me stiff up on your thot
And she getting squashed bitch I'm stiff up on the opps

Yeah, yeah, gang, gang, let's go
I'm fresh up off a drill, I'm on my Zay tiggy
Call him Zay fifty, grrah
Bitch

hecho

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