21 Savage、Project Pat、Drake - Knife Talk (Explicit)
Written by:A. Graham、S. Bin Abraham-Joseph、L. WAYNE、P. Houston、J. Houston、R. Mayers、P. Johnson
Composed by:A. Graham、S. Bin Abraham-Joseph、L. WAYNE、P. Houston、J. Houston、R. Mayers、P. Johnson
I gotta feed the streets my pistol gon' bleed the streets
Ski mask on my face sometimes you got to cheat
To stay ahead Gang
In this bitchard drank syrup-like its Liquor
Streetlife I have you catching up to god quicker
Yeah gang
Sticker Ak-40 to your liver
Let the choppa bang on your like a blood or criper
Gang
Flipper so much bread I'm a gymnast
So much money off of dummies off of dummies
Yeah gang
I miss the body catcher slaughter gang soul snatcher
Ain't no regular F-150 this a f**kin' Raptor
No capper street n**ga not a rapper
Choppa hit him and he turned into a booty clapper
Smith & Wesson I'm 4L gang reppin'
We done baptized more n**gas than the damn Reverend
Cap a Alpha me and my gang we do all the steppin'
Who you checkin'
This FN shoot east to Westend
Gang
Yeah I heard Papi outside
And he got the double R drop it outside
Check the weather and it's gettin' real oppie outside
I'm a drop this sh*t
And have these pussies droppin' like some motherf**kin'
Type of n**gas that can't look me in the eyes
I despise when I see you better put
That f**kin' pride to the side
Many time plenty times I survived
Beef is loud spoiler alert this n**ga dies
Keep blicky's and you know the weed sticky
My finger itchy the Glock like to leave hickey's
Yo' shooters iffy
A street punk could never diss me
I come straight up out the Six
And we don't spell Sixties
I f**k with her and f**k with her and her
I hit up err and tell him do the err for sure
Voodoo curse it got him while I flew to Turks
Know the dogs had to hit them where we knew it hurts
Gang sh*t that's all I'm on
Yeah
Gang sh*t that's all I'm on n**ga
Gang sh*t that's all I'm on
Gang sh*t that's all I'm on n**ga
Gang sh*t that's all I'm on
Gang sh*t that's all I'm on n**ga
Gang sh*t that's all I'm on
Gang sh*t that's all I'm on
Let it bang bang let it bang bang
Till his brains hang and his momma sang
And the pastor sang and them bullets sang
And them choppas sang and the choir sang
I'm on everything
Jacob charged me four-fifty for a tennis chain
US open had it on us at the tennis game
Tell the coach don't take me out
I like to finish games
And my pen insane and my men insane
There's like eighty of us now
That's the scary thing
Sh*t they doin' on that other side embarrassing
We in Paris with it hunnid karats with it
All this sh*t for my son cause he inheritin' it
If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you
Metro
Gang sh*t that's all I'm on
Gang sh*t that's all I'm on n**ga
Gang sh*t that's all I'm on
Gang sh*t that's all I'm on n**ga
Gang sh*t that's all I'm on
Gang sh*t that's all I'm on n**ga
Gang sh*t that's all I'm on
Gang sh*t that's all I'm on