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E.I.D. Video (MV)




Performed By: HY9 H
Language: English
Length: 1:36
Written by: Harvard Contreiras




HY9 H - E.I.D. Lyrics




Stiff arm
Yeah
Stiff arm
H Y 9, 25 f*ck nigga
Yeah

Wanted a shield but I got me a Glock
Bought a lil clip so that shit 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 shit
Debo'd some whips, I'm always up to something
Get too close, and we get to touching
He said "H" sick em, nigga 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
Niggas 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 niggas 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 shitty
Now jit getting shot, twelve looking silly
They think that I did it well nigga come get me

F*ck a bitch
F*ck a judge
F*ck a stick
F*ck any other nigga that got some shit to say about me nigga f*ck it I hope they die

Hope they die
Hope they
Die
Hope they die, die, die, die, die, die
(Bitch die)

Stick talk

(Fruity)
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Stiff arm
Yeah
Stiff arm
H Y 9, 25 f*ck nigga
Yeah

Wanted a shield but I got me a Glock
Bought a lil clip so that shit 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 shit
Debo'd some whips, I'm always up to something
Get too close, and we get to touching
He said "H" sick em, nigga 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
Niggas 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 niggas 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 shitty
Now jit getting shot, twelve looking silly
They think that I did it well nigga come get me

F*ck a bitch
F*ck a judge
F*ck a stick
F*ck any other nigga that got some shit to say about me nigga f*ck it I hope they die

Hope they die
Hope they
Die
Hope they die, die, die, die, die, die
(Bitch die)

Stick talk

(Fruity)
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Writer: Harvard Contreiras
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