Knife Talk
(专辑: Certified Lover Boy - 2021)
I
gotta feed the
streets, my pistol gon' bleed the
streets Ski mask on my face, sometimes you got to cheat To stay ahead in this bitch-ard (Gang), drank syrup like it's liquor Street life'll have you catching up to God quicker (Yeah, gang) Sticker, AK-40 to your liver Let the
chopper 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, Slaughter Gang soul snatcher Ain't no regular F-150, this a
fucking Raptor No capper, street nigga, not a
rapper Chopper hit him and he turned into a
booty clapper Smith & Wesson, I'm 4L Gang repping We done baptized more niggas than the
damn reverend (Yeah) Kappa Alpha, me and my gang, we do all the
stepping Who you checkin'? This FN shoot East to West End (Gang) Yeah I
heard Papi outside And he got the
double-R droppy outside Checked the
weather and it's getting real oppy outside I'ma drop this shit and have these pussies dropping like some motherfucking flies Type of nigga that can't look me in the
eyes I
despise When I
see you, better put that fucking pride to the
side Many times, plenty times, I
survived Beef is live, spoiler alert, this nigga dies Keep blickies, and you know the
weed sticky My finger itchy, the
Glock like to leave hickeys Your shooters iffy, a
street punk could never diss me I
come straight up out the
6, and we don't spare sissies I
fuck with her, and fuck 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 shit, that's all I'm on (Yeah) Gang shit, that's all I'm on Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on Gang shit, that's all I'm on Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on Gang shit, that's all I'm on Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on Gang shit, 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 and them bullets sang And them choppers 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 Shit they doing on that other side embarrassing We in Paris with it, hundred carats with it All this shit is for my son, 'cause he's inheriting it If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you Gang Metro Gang shit, that's all I'm on Gang shit, that's all I'm on Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on Gang shit, that's all I'm on Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on Gang shit, that's all I'm on Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on Gang shit, that's all I'm on, yeah