“H” - E . i . d . lyrics

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 head 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 titty
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)