Stiff Arm lyrics

[Intro: RJ Lamont, Cash Kidd]
Oooh RJ, b*tch he already got that one
So? But I sound better saying it
Oooh RJ
Money ain't sh*t, catch a case, next day, bond out
Pillow talking to these hoes, let me find out
Lost bro and went crazy, sister like "calm down, n*gga"
f*ck what n*gga's talkin' bout, why you cuffin' all my freak b*tches?
Can't believe n*gga's, just like these freak b*tches, I don't believe n*gga's
Got the heat on the seat with us, so today, I'ma do the speed limit

[Verse 1: Cash Kidd]
n*gga, yeah, cause this whip got pills, credit cards, and fake ID's in it
And this strap got a thirty magazine in it
How ironic, cause I read n*ggas, I can see n*gga's
Ain't bout that sh*t like thеy say they is
Still eatin' with my n*gga's, since a Bеbe Kid
Just made a play, and everybody that FaceTime me, I might up a role on em
Motivation, no stunting, b*tch said "let me hold something" let her hold nothing
In the club, pole on us, short temper, long money, is y'all n*gga's on something? Let me know cause bro clutchin'
Call me Fred Flintstone, cause I'm road-running, n*gga
Yeah, aye, free Tone, f*ck feds
Nicky Nicky round this b*tch wait til' you end end up dead
Got a potato on this b*tch like Spud Headz, and this b*tch come with a ladder like bunk a bed
Aye, all this running through him, call that sh*t Casper
Heard you eat the pus*y, I f*ck her then dip after
Any beat, like whatever, like this Fear Factor
Yeah, all these b*tches ride me like I'm McFashion
n*gga, bad b*tches, I then have several
On the road to riches, Gucci's on the gas pedal
And til' my whole team rich, I can't settle
Got that thunder on my side, like I'm Ash Ketchum, n*gga
A lot of something from a lil' nothing
Slide down a opp block, bout to drill something
Fell asleep, woke up, this b*tch was still suckin'
Dap my n*gga up, and that's when sh*t got real funny
n*gga, that's when sh*t get real bloody
My b*tch found a real dummy, she gone steal for me
Aye, just be patient, bro them M's coming
[Verse 2: Cash Kidd]
I got five bands on me right now as I'm speaking
If I put it on your head, watch yo man's, cause he need it
Get a opp address, and chop it up, like I'm eating
Stay strapped, two sticks on me like I'm skiing

Bro watch that car, who is that, I never seen it, if it ride down this block one more time, we gone cheese it
b*tch gave me her heart, and I broke it, I didn't mean it, I'm so sorry, my heart cold, these streets turned me to a Demon
Got my phone on airplane mode, sorry I ain't taking calls
Grinding, no days taken off, how ironic, now I'm taking off, huh
How ironic, told my Pops he made a boss

Don't call me if I can't call you, when I take a loss
She on me cause I'm in the spotlight, like I'm off
Riding hot with that bag on me, b*tch I'm Santa Claus
I wish this n*gga Jimmy stop passing me blunts, I'm already fried

She wanna f*ck, but ain't suckin' no di*k, then nevermind
And if you steal from me wiper, I can't let you slide
And sh*t'ill stack and make your b*tch feel like my stock like my valentine
I been through this everytime, bro said you ain't never lie

You need to calm down, all these bad hoes f*cking for a shout-out
And when I say "I ain't punching cards" I ain't clock out
I'm in this [?] gettin' wiped out
This b*tch without strap, let me find out. Ladder on that pole, knock your lights out
Aye, get your friend, b*tch I'm giving tryouts, and you know I'm on that paper like some White-Out
Aye I got a bankroll on me, my b*tch got one too, I'm the reason yo b*tch crib ain't got no junk food
Yeah, kicking game like Kung Fu, and then I made her take a hike, huh, b*tch HUT TWO
Yeah, I just gave a groupie b*tch a stiff arm, making plays through the city like I'm Big Warren
Hit yo man's hoe, now it's yo b*tch turn, heart cold as a b*tch but my hip warm
Me and bro playing roles, when will this b*tch learn
Just gave another groupie b*tch a stiff arm, aye
I just gave another b*tch a stiff arm, aye