Kris Queso - STRIPES Lyrics

Yo, turnup man
Turnup man
You hear that
That straight solid, beats
Hold up
Pardon my french I ain't from Paris
With Kris Queso, yea you know how we be
Put in that work now it's time for the re
I ain't been stressin' got God with me
Poppin' all these checks all over the net
Keep doin' that and that's how you get whacked
I don't do no fighting rather smoke on yo pack
I said I don't do no fighting rather smoke on yo pack
Movin' cruisin' dancin' got me feeling the heat
Don't do no cuffin' if she been on the streets
Got thoughts feelings dreams that I hope don't leak
Got thought in these dreams that I hope don't leak
Don't lose your life tryna' earn those stripes
Shoot my shot don't miss it like a nigga was mike
Praying for my brothers so they see the light
Yeah praying for my brothers till they see the light
Don't care bout nothin' just tryna get paid
Hoes talking to me yea tryna get laid
Don't do no handouts yeah we self made
And you know a nigga bad tryna not get tased
Pull up, whats up
It's love
Yeah girl, you know
Whats up
Get some
Have fun
Niggas in the spot
Tryna get tugged
Smoke bud
Post up
We in the crib
Tryna get drunk
Turn up, strap up
Nigga!
Imma cop that whip when I get that cash
Imma hit the store when I make her laugh
Imma please my shawty when I get that bag
Imma praise God when life get bad
Tell me how you feel when you sign that deal
Tell me how you feel when you pop that pill
When it all over do life get real
When you got nothing do it keep you still
Nah, that's good
That's good? aight bet
Aight bet, we'll see how it goes
Lemme do my thang
Tell me how you feel when you pop that pill
Tell me how you feel when shit get real
Tell me how you feel when I sign that deal
Tell me how you feel when I cop that mill
Coppin, stylin'
Flyin out to countries and designin'
Every place I go, got the crowds always fightin'
Pull up on stage and I got the girls cryin'
Fryin, dyin,
Take a lil' puff and my mind start prying
Tell me how you feel if I end up lying
Copped a lil' whip now my shit ain't starting
Tell me how you feel if I end up cryin'
Got all this stress yet I keep on tryin'
Tell me how you feel when I come home tired
20 shows a week and I'm still here replying
Ima chase the bag even when it get hard
Ima get a plaque saying that I'm on top
Ima cop a whip fill up my garage
Ima make a hit jus sit back and watch
Ima get money, stack it standing on top
Ima watch the time runnin' after the clock
Ima take you out give you dinner wassup
Ima drop the mic, you can turn this shit up
When I get the whip ima make I go skrr'
When I get the bag ima make it go uh
When I get the plaque ima make it go bling
When I get this money ima go cha, cha ching
When I get the fame imma stay in the game
When I get on top y'all will know my name
When I sign a deal imma spread my name
When I earn that mill imma donate change
When I get the change imma break my chains
When I break my chains imma switch some lanes
When I get rich imma do it again
Y'all don't understand, cause I really mean what I'm saying