MMS Genie, MMS B Savage - Stripes Lyrics

Know all my member certified, we on this shit, don't need no check
I be watchin' how they move, and I keep my eyes up in my back
Slaughter gang, my blick be Cody, then my nigga call me Zack
No, these niggas cannot hang with us, they can't post up in the rack

Got stripes like Adidas, these niggas ain't never believe us
You feelin' hot, I'ma turn up the meter, she might get caught, I'ma put her on cheaters
And this chain on my neck, it be cheesin', I might just fuck on your bitch for no reason
Quenchin' her fresh, she gon' drink on my semen, I'ma bust in her and give her a fetus

Straight out of school and went back to the block, and my brother, he keep him a knock
From the bottom, now we on the rock, and if we gon' play, we gon' lay off a shot
No, I don't play, we gon' lay off some shots, you ain't did none, how you my opp
We gon' spin round if we get that drop, blacked out, whip and a couple of chops

Me and my crew got stripes like a tiger, can't take in the smoke, they don't spark up the fire
Seein' the emotion, they changin' the attire, cold like ice, spice heat like a fryer
Money come first when we double up higher, wrap up the pack and go link with the buyers
Spinning the town, maxin' like a choir, smokin' the air, watch me burn out the tire

When we get in that pack, we double up, we ain't just makin' shit back
And you need to relax, cause everybody know you ain't movin' like that
And my team, we move to tack don't run up on us, you get yourself whacked
And you know you ain't too smart, try runnin' away and get hit in the back

Ain't no menace, but as long as I got it, that nigga replenish
And they call me the denist, I'ma knock out these teeth, look like Dennis the Menace
And I bet if you remember me, I'ma cold heated nigga like ten degrees
In the streets, yeah, I learned, got ten degrees, young, crazy ass nigga just seventeen

Remember them days on the block, we was plottin' and wishin' cause niggas want money
Shoot for their legs, not the head' I'ma laugh cause I'm makin' you hop like a bunny
I ain't playin', my demons, have summoned', type of demons that shoot you for nothin
They be lyin', that's only assumptions, speakin' too much, we gon' get to the gunnin

And I know that they talk when a nigga be walkin
And I keep me in spark cause these niggas be stalkin
And this gun in my hip when I click it, be barkin
Nigga, who you gon' rob? I'ma get to the sparkin

Got stripes like Adidas, these niggas ain't never believe us
You feelin' hot, I'ma turn up the meter, she might get caught, I'ma put on cheaters
And this chain on my neck, it be cheesin', I might just fuck on your bitch for no reason
Quenchin' her thirst, she gon' drink on my semen, I'ma bust in her and give her a fetus

Straight out of school and went back to the block, and my brother, he keep him a knock
From the bottom, now we on the rock, and if we gon' play, we gon' lay off a shot
No, I don't play, we gon' lay off some shots, you ain't did none, how you my opp
We gon' spin round, if we get that drop, blacked out, whip and a couple of chops