Yalla Move by Mohamed “Tiger” Sihn

Intro

Yeah, turn that up

Shit’s about to go wild

Habibi, let’s ride

Verse 1

Came up from the alleys, dust on my kicks

Hustle for the paper, stacking up bricks

Arab blood in me, sharp with the tricks

Talk too much, get smacked, no licks

Smoke in my lungs, gold on my neck

Running this city, what the fuck you expect

See them op’s hatin’, they just reflect

Broken their dreams, cheque after cheque

Girl at my side, curves like a Sphinx

Fast life, hard liquor, no time to think

Dubai to Beirut, money never shrinks

Pockets so fat, your hater ship sinks

Chorus

Yalla move, move, no time for fakes

Cash in my palm, watch how I take

Life’s a b**ch, yeah, make no mistake

Snake get’s cut, head off with the blade

Verse 2

Scars on my face, that’s war not a phase

Arabic tongue, spit heat like a blaze

Never been quiet, loud with my ways

Gas in my veins, got me stuck in a daze

Riding through the night, bass in the trunk

Gutter boys hungry, ready to hunt

Life was a curse, I’m turning the stunt

Shit on these haters, that’s just what I want

Cross me, ya martyr, last words in my scope

Nikes on the wires and death in the smoke

Blood spilled for less, fuck around, broke

Never seen peace, so I laugh while I choke

Chorus

Yalla move, move, no time for fakes

Cash in my palm, watch how I take

Life’s a b**ch, yeah, make no mistake

Snake get’s cut, head off with the

Verse 3: Persian Voice

Tehran at my back, fucking heat in my veins

Smoke curl in the air, lost brothers, whole gangs

Bazaar money flipping, teeth gold when I grin

Real shit, Persian blood, can’t divide my kin

Mirza on my tongue, Farsi when I spit

Block's still hungry, four wheels, never quit

You talking revolution? I was born in a fire

Rooftop screaming, dreams climbing higher

Chorus: Both

Yalla move, move, no time for fakes

Cash in my palm, watch how I take

Life’s a b**ch, yeah, make no mistake

Snake get’s cut, head off with the blade

Outro: Both

From the desert streets to the Persian land

Grit in my soul, gun in my hand

We don’t fold, never fucking ran

Habibi, my brother, this is where we stand

Extended Outro: Both

Steel in my heart, scars burnin' deep

Family by my side, runnin' these streets

Pray for the day we can all just sleep

But til then it’s war—never accept defeat

Silence the sirens, the city don’t rest

Still got the hunger lighting my chest

Arabic pride, Persian protest

Enemies crawl, but we’re never impressed

Final Hook: Both

Yalla ride, ride, til the morning breaks

Brothers for life, nothing these fakes can take

One life to burn, we don’t pump no brakes

From Cairo to Shiraz, we claim our stakes