KNIFE TALK (Remix|Explicit) - Museekal/Drake/21 Savage/Project Pat

Lyrics 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 in this b***h-ard

Drank syrup like it's liquor

Street life'll have you catchin' 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 f**kin' Raptor

No capper street n***a not a rapper

Chopper hit him and he turned into a booty clapper

Smith & Wesson I'm 4L Gang reppin'

We done baptized more n***as than the d**n reverend

Yeah

Kappa Alpha me and my gang we do all the steppin'

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 gettin' real oppy outside

I'ma drop this s**t and have these p***ies droppin' like some motherf**kin' flies

Type of n***a that can't look me in the eyes

I despise

When I see you better put that f**kin' pride to the side

Many times plenty times I survived

Beef is live spoiler alert this n***a dies

Keep blickies and you know the w**d 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 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 s**t that's all I'm on

Yeah

Gang s**t that's all I'm on

N***a gang s**t that's all I'm on

Gang s**t 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

S**t they doin' on that other side embarrassing

We in Paris with it hundred carats with it

All this s**t is for my son 'cause he's inheritin' it

If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you

Gang

Metro