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Zero Stress (feat. Issa) Video (MV)




Performed By: Rizzy RTG
Language: English
Length: 4:43
Written by: Etido Ekpo, Raluchukwu Chukwuemeka




Rizzy RTG - Zero Stress (feat. Issa) Lyrics
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Zero Stress (Written by Rizzy RTG & Aaron Issa)
Pick the Percocets ('Cets)
Icy on ma neck (neck)
Hit you with that cheque (cheque)
We just 'bout the flex (flex)
Pick the Percocets ('Cets)
Icy on ma neck (neck)
Hit you with that cheque (cheque)
We just 'bout the flex
Go
Back in ma city we lit, 35 hundred on bricks
Nigga I ain't stressed 'bout shit
Young nigga just trynna reach
All my life at least
All those nights I prayed and those lonely days I smoked my sins away
Pray my soul to take close my eyes I meditate
Yeah seeing through the grass and the snakes yeah
Demons in the cut don't play fair
Sun bring morning and the moon bring darkness
In the night I'm a star so I shine yeah
Always on the road never slow down
Flow so deep I almost drown
If a nigga want war then a nigga want war
With a strap on my waist and a blunt
I just
Pick the Percocets ('Cets)
Icy on ma neck (neck)
Hit you with that cheque (cheque)
We just 'bout the flex
Pick the Percocets ('Cets)
Icy on ma neck (neck)
Hit you with that cheque (cheque)
We just 'bout the flex
We just 'bout the we just 'bout the we just 'bout the flex (flex)
We just 'bout the we just 'bout the we just 'bout the flex (flex)
We just 'bout the we just 'bout the we just 'bout the flex (flex)
We just 'bout the we just 'bout the we just 'bout the flex
Go
Back to the track Iet's look at the facts
Back on ma new shit where do I start
Y'all run with the pack, I live with the racks
Don't brag with the facts, leave that for the mass
Fake ones think they bad to the bone
I just laugh at these clones
When you speak watch your tone
'Coz you kids know that I'm grown
Back up you ain't in ma zone
Yeah we blaze, and we wavy cuzz, row the window up
Man this feeling is really so, so familiar
So superb (perb)
Watch me swerve (swerve)
Whole squad looking like we rough (rough)
All these old ho's acting tough
Though half of 'em look like they're duffs
So y'all just calm down, calm down, calm down (calm down)
Riding with the top down (top down)
Y'all can catch me uptown (uptown)
Goddamn watch me touchdown (touchdown)
Nigga check the roster (roster)
Why you acting rasta
F*ck you mean man no need for hotels
The crib look like a trap house
We moving steady
Young nigga swerve in a chevy
I make the cut no machete
This shit so easy
Turning you rappers to sushi
Chop you and serve you up ready
Swear y'all just bore me
Y'all niggas trip off the Henny
I'm taking trips out the country
Then prolly get back a month or two later
And hit the supplier he always on deck
And I just
Pick the Percocets ('Cets)
Icy on ma neck (neck)
Hit you with that cheque (cheque)
We just 'bout the flex
Pick the Percocets ('Cets)
Icy on ma neck (neck)
Hit you with that cheque (cheque)
We just 'bout the flex (flex)
We just 'bout the we just 'bout the we just 'bout the flex
We just 'bout the we just 'bout the we just 'bout the flex
We just 'bout the we just 'bout the we just 'bout the flex
Go
Baptized with the flow now I'm one with waves
Evidently I'm ahead of my days
But I swear I'm still stuck in my ways
Still switching hoes like I'm switching my flows
Like Rizzy trynna switch out my lane
Smoking this shit for the pain
Then we go straight the bags
I do the digital dash
I make the visual last
Catch me at the show (show)
Run up to the store
I'm still rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling with the the dough (ehy)
Catch me at the show (show)
Run up to the store
I'm still rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling with the the dough (ehy)
Pick the Percocets (nigga)
Icy on ma neck (nigga)
Hit you with that cheque (nigga)
We just 'bout the flex (nigga)
Pick the Percocets (nigga)
Icy on ma neck (nigga)
Hit you with that cheque (nigga)
We just 'bout the flex (nigga)
We just 'bout the we just 'bout the we just 'bout the flex (flex)
We just 'bout the we just 'bout the we just 'bout the flex (flex)
We just 'bout the we just 'bout the we just 'bout the flex (flex)
We just 'bout the we just 'bout the we just 'bout the flex (flex)
Yeah...
Pick the Perco', you pick the Percocets
Icy on ma, the icy on ma, the icy on ma neck
Pick the Perco', you pick the Percocets
Icy on ma, the icy on ma neck
Hit you that, it hit you with that cheque yeah
We just 'bout the flex
Go
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Zero Stress (Written by Rizzy RTG & Aaron Issa)
Pick the Percocets ('Cets)
Icy on ma neck (neck)
Hit you with that cheque (cheque)
We just 'bout the flex (flex)
Pick the Percocets ('Cets)
Icy on ma neck (neck)
Hit you with that cheque (cheque)
We just 'bout the flex
Go
Back in ma city we lit, 35 hundred on bricks
Nigga I ain't stressed 'bout shit
Young nigga just trynna reach
All my life at least
All those nights I prayed and those lonely days I smoked my sins away
Pray my soul to take close my eyes I meditate
Yeah seeing through the grass and the snakes yeah
Demons in the cut don't play fair
Sun bring morning and the moon bring darkness
In the night I'm a star so I shine yeah
Always on the road never slow down
Flow so deep I almost drown
If a nigga want war then a nigga want war
With a strap on my waist and a blunt
I just
Pick the Percocets ('Cets)
Icy on ma neck (neck)
Hit you with that cheque (cheque)
We just 'bout the flex
Pick the Percocets ('Cets)
Icy on ma neck (neck)
Hit you with that cheque (cheque)
We just 'bout the flex
We just 'bout the we just 'bout the we just 'bout the flex (flex)
We just 'bout the we just 'bout the we just 'bout the flex (flex)
We just 'bout the we just 'bout the we just 'bout the flex (flex)
We just 'bout the we just 'bout the we just 'bout the flex
Go
Back to the track Iet's look at the facts
Back on ma new shit where do I start
Y'all run with the pack, I live with the racks
Don't brag with the facts, leave that for the mass
Fake ones think they bad to the bone
I just laugh at these clones
When you speak watch your tone
'Coz you kids know that I'm grown
Back up you ain't in ma zone
Yeah we blaze, and we wavy cuzz, row the window up
Man this feeling is really so, so familiar
So superb (perb)
Watch me swerve (swerve)
Whole squad looking like we rough (rough)
All these old ho's acting tough
Though half of 'em look like they're duffs
So y'all just calm down, calm down, calm down (calm down)
Riding with the top down (top down)
Y'all can catch me uptown (uptown)
Goddamn watch me touchdown (touchdown)
Nigga check the roster (roster)
Why you acting rasta
F*ck you mean man no need for hotels
The crib look like a trap house
We moving steady
Young nigga swerve in a chevy
I make the cut no machete
This shit so easy
Turning you rappers to sushi
Chop you and serve you up ready
Swear y'all just bore me
Y'all niggas trip off the Henny
I'm taking trips out the country
Then prolly get back a month or two later
And hit the supplier he always on deck
And I just
Pick the Percocets ('Cets)
Icy on ma neck (neck)
Hit you with that cheque (cheque)
We just 'bout the flex
Pick the Percocets ('Cets)
Icy on ma neck (neck)
Hit you with that cheque (cheque)
We just 'bout the flex (flex)
We just 'bout the we just 'bout the we just 'bout the flex
We just 'bout the we just 'bout the we just 'bout the flex
We just 'bout the we just 'bout the we just 'bout the flex
Go
Baptized with the flow now I'm one with waves
Evidently I'm ahead of my days
But I swear I'm still stuck in my ways
Still switching hoes like I'm switching my flows
Like Rizzy trynna switch out my lane
Smoking this shit for the pain
Then we go straight the bags
I do the digital dash
I make the visual last
Catch me at the show (show)
Run up to the store
I'm still rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling with the the dough (ehy)
Catch me at the show (show)
Run up to the store
I'm still rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling with the the dough (ehy)
Pick the Percocets (nigga)
Icy on ma neck (nigga)
Hit you with that cheque (nigga)
We just 'bout the flex (nigga)
Pick the Percocets (nigga)
Icy on ma neck (nigga)
Hit you with that cheque (nigga)
We just 'bout the flex (nigga)
We just 'bout the we just 'bout the we just 'bout the flex (flex)
We just 'bout the we just 'bout the we just 'bout the flex (flex)
We just 'bout the we just 'bout the we just 'bout the flex (flex)
We just 'bout the we just 'bout the we just 'bout the flex (flex)
Yeah...
Pick the Perco', you pick the Percocets
Icy on ma, the icy on ma, the icy on ma neck
Pick the Perco', you pick the Percocets
Icy on ma, the icy on ma neck
Hit you that, it hit you with that cheque yeah
We just 'bout the flex
Go
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Writer: Etido Ekpo, Raluchukwu Chukwuemeka
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