[Lyric] Strikes (Doloo)

[Intro: Doloo]
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Tryna earn my stripes, watch what I do tonight
Bitch, I feel like the plumber man, I'm quick to buss my (uhh)
Made his ass do the running man, he thought I came to fight
Bitch, I’ll kill a hundred men If I swing left and right

[Chorus: Doloo]
Ayy, I done earned my stripes, watch what I do tonight
Bitch, I feel like the plumber man, I'm quick to buss me pipe
Made his ass do the running man, he thought I came to fight
Bitch, I'll kill a hundred men if I swing left and right
Them crackers bust a left so I just bust a right
Them crackers hop behind this (uhh), they getting left, alright
No, I don’t fuck with niggas cause they be real bitches
When I pop out, boy, I got shots plus I'm with real killers

[Verse 1: Doloo]
I won't go back and forth, I'mma let God deal with him
These bitches hot, so I advise you not to chill with 'em
Yo ass gone die with 'em since yo ass wanna live with 'em
He popped his first gun now he think he a real killer
I might go dig him up just to put his ashes in my 'wood
(Click, click) My chain pop they might do my ass like (Shh)
It go (click click, ha ha) pop up inside your hood
And it go (click click, fa fa) catch him walking out his crib
Niggas be faking in they songs and they know that
I caught they favorite rapper, got to clapping, he ain’t blow back
I’m quick to up this Glock and turn a nigga to a throwback
And they know he a bitch but they gone act like they ain't know that
Legends never die but legacies come to an end
Life’s a gamble, I'mma show my Glock before I show my hand
Caught him lacking, we hopped out and got to clapping but he ran
Bitch, I got bullets from sun if you get hit that's a free tan
Bitch, I feel like Rod K, send a nigga up to that Man
I hop out broad day, I don't think that they understand
Got to watch the hand that feed you, boy, don’t ever bite the hand
And don't ever think I need you, I'll leave you in that wind
[Verse 2: Stony]
I been riding 'round all night cause they say they was in the city
It usually be thirty but today I'm sliding with fifty
Them bullets acrobatic, no gymnastics, them bitches flipping
Tryna give niggas blues, leave 'em bloody if not he cripping
Lil bronem got a fetish for killing, they say they like sliding
It's gone at 5 o'clock, them demons come out at nighttime
Give a fuck 'bout what he bang, hang with killers, niggas ain't like mine (Bitch)
Pop up out the cut, horror story, put in on Lifetime (It's a movie)
7.62s deadly, they leaking 'em like a sex tape
Throw his ass in the river, hope they find him the next day
Had to start smoking on Unc 'cause the other boy gave me headaches (Cough, cough)
Ain't no woofin' on the net, just pull up, see what the Tec' say
Everybody demons till it's time to go the hell
Caught his ass at Tesco, I still left a hundred shells
I don't hang around no pussies, everybody down to kill
If you so gangsta drop yo addy, I'mma show you what it is
I'mma show you what it is

[Chorus: Doloo]
Ayy, I done earned my stripes, watch what I do tonight
Bitch, I feel like the plumber man, I'm quick to buss me pipe
Made his ass do the running man, he thought I came to fight
Bitch, I'll kill a hundred men if I swing left and right
Them crackers bust a left so I just bust a right
Them crackers hop behind this (uhh), they getting left, alright
No, I don't fuck with niggas cause they be real bitches
When I pop out, boy, I got shots plus I'm with real killers