Stripes ft. CarelessWoah Lyrics

Walking down the street thinking bout my life

Inside my jacket, I clutch heat, gon' wear my stripes

It's a throwaway, crouched in the whip like a stowaway

Pray that it don't jam, lead me the right of way

Hope ain't no camera see me in my 38

No face, no case, I don't want to see no trial day

Walking down the street thinking bout my life

Inside my jacket, I clutch heat, gon' wear my stripes

It's a throwaway, crouched in the whip like a stowaway

Pray that it don't jam, lead me the right of way

Hope ain't no camera see me and my 38

No face, no case, I don't want to see no trial date

Put you in the casket with them fucking bastards

I'm the frontliner, so I had to blast it

Now he dolled up like a beauty pageant

So I gotta lay low, call me bottom bunk

Don't tell my homies, they gon' tell em' that I skunked a punk

Don't need my name tied up into a crime I done

Looking for a suspect, you ain't finding one

Took the target out with his own gun

Walking down the street thinking bout my life

Inside my jacket, I clutch heat, gon' wear my stripes

It's a throwaway, crouched in the whip like a stowaway

Pray that it don't jam, leave me the right of way

Hope ain't no camera see me in my 38

No face, no case, I don't want to see no trial date

Different shit had me in sight

Blowing up like dynamite

Hopping on with Reaper flow

I think that I gotta go

Nawf Slim on me so I'm lit

Niggas know I been a fuse

People around me laughing but honestly I don't feel amused

I'm just sitting here tolerating shit daily

Trying to tell these people they can never claim me, bitch

I'm that nigga who was doing it in night time

This is just the night time

Reaper flow the right time

Jack the Ripper all of that popping like artillery

Shoot that shot my nigga, you won't get back, that's a trilogy

I'm talking your whole fam, I'm talking that whole block

People think that shit getting crazy until the go pop

Walking down the street thinking bout my life

Inside my jacket, I clutch heat, gon' earn my stripes

It's a throwaway, crouched in the whip like a stowaway

Pray that it don't jam, lead me the right of way

Hope ain't no camera see me and my 38

No face, no case, I don't want to see no trial date

Walking down the street thinking bout my life

Inside my jacket, I clutch heat, gon' earn my stripes

It's a throwaway, crouched in the whip like a stowaway

Pray that it don't jam, lead me the right away

Hope ain't no camera see me and my 38

No face, no case, I don't want to see no trial date