Knife Talk (feat. 21 Savage & Project Pat)

I gotta feed the streets, my - gon' bleed the streets
Ski mask on my face, sometimes you gotta cheat
To stay ahead in this - (gang, gang), drank syrup like it's liquor
Street life'll have you catchin' up to God quicker (yeah, gang)

Sticker, - to your liver
Let the - bang on you like a Blood or a Cripper (gang)
Flipper, so much bread, I'm a gymnast
Made so much money off of dummies, off of dummies (yeah, gang)

I'm mister body catcher (gang), Slaughter Gang soul snatcher
Ain't no regular F-150, this a f- Raptor (yeah, gang)
No capper, skreet -, not a rapper
- hit him, and he turned into a booty clapper (gang)

Smith & Wesson, I'm 4L Gang reppin'
We done baptized more - than the damn reverend (yeah, gang)
Kappa Alpha, me and my gang, we do all the steppin'
Who you checkin'? This FN shoot East to West End (gang)

Yeah (gang), I heard Papi outside
And he got the double-R droppy outside (gang)
Checked the weather and it's gettin' real oppy outside
I'ma drop this - and have these - droppin' like some motherf- - (yeah, gang)

Type of - that can't look me in the eyes, I despise
When I see you, better put that - pride to the side
Many time, plenty times, I survived
Beef is live, spoiler alert, this - dies (yeah)

Keep blickies, and you know the - sticky
My finger itchy, the - like to leave hickeys (gang)
Your shooters iffy, a skreet punk could never diss me
I come skraight up out the six, and we don't spare sissies (yeah)

I - with her, and - with her, and her
I hit up err, tell him do the err, for sure (gang)
Voodoo curse, it got him while I flew to Turks
Know the dawgs had to hit 'em where we knew it hurts

Gang -, that's all I'm on (yeah)
Gang -, that's all I'm on
-, gang -, that's all I'm on
Gang -, that's all I'm on

-, gang -, that's all I'm on
Gang -, that's all I'm on
-, gang -, that's all I'm on
Gang -, that's all I'm on

Let it bang-bang, let it bang-bang
'Til his brains hang and his mama sang
And the pastor sang (woo) and 'em bullets sang (yeet)
And 'em choppas sang (yeet) and the choir sang

I'm on everything, Jacob charged me 450 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, am I menacin'?

There's like 80 of us now, that's the scary thing
- they doin' on that other side, embarrassin'
We in Paris wit' it, hunnid carats wit' it
All this - is for my son, 'cause he's inheritin' it

If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
Gang (yeah), Metro

Gang -, that's all I'm on
Gang -, that's all I'm on
-, gang -, that's all I'm on
Gang -, that's all I'm on

-, gang -, that's all I'm on
Gang -, that's all I'm on
-, gang -, that's all I'm on
Gang -, that's all I'm on, yeah