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stiff arm

ye

stiff arm

h y 9, 25 f-ck n-gga

yeah

wanted a shield but i got me a glock
bought a lil clip so that sh-t do not stop
i can’t see good so i got me a dot
one in the head so it’s ready to pop

one in the heading and i’m always head hunting/ gunning
running not cool so best get to ducking
if you test me, i’ma air out the function
always rocking hoodies so i’m always looking suspect

since i was a jit i was always with the f-ck sh-t
debo’d some whips, i’m always up to something
get too close, and we get to touching
he said “h” sick em, n-gga i’ma rush him

used to serve plenty eddies straight out getty’s and rented tellies stackin fetty no telling what the f-ck i be ready for
n-ggas be steady pocket watching
pocket rockets buss with deadly force
if you test me, watch out cause i kicked plenty doors
thought it was sweet just know i got plenty more bullets incase you weren’t feeling those
thats why this bag feeling heavy of course

f-ck
putting them bands on yo head jit i’m searching the city
ask what i’m doing just know i get busy
spinning them blocks till my n-ggas get dizzy
feds searched the whip, they ain’t find the glizzy
keep one forty three and a stick with a t-tty
feds just let it slide and i know they feel sh-tty
now jit getting shot, twelve looking silly
they think that i did it well n-gga come get me

f-ck a b-tch
f-ck a judge
f-ck a stick
f-ck any other n-gga that got some sh-t to say about me n-gga f-ck it i hope they die

hope they die

hope they

die

hope they die, die, die, die, die, die

(b-tch die)

stick talk

(fruity)

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