Karaoké Knife Talk Drake & 21 Savage & Project Pat

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 drank syrup like it's liquor

Street life'll have you catchin' up to God quicker

Sticker

AK-Forty to your liver

Let the chopper bang on you like a Blood or a Cripper

Flipper, so much bread, I'm a gymnast

Made so much money off of dummies, off of dummies

I'm Mister body catcher

Slaughter Gang soul snatcher

Ain't no regular F-one-fifty this a fuckin' Raptor

No capper street nigga, not a rapper

Chopper hit him and he turned into a booty clapper

Smith and Wesson

I'm Four-L Gang reppin'

We done baptized more niggas than the damn reverend

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

Who you checkin'

This FN shoot East to West End

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 shit and have these pussies droppin' like some motherfuckin' f

Type of nigga that can't look me in the eyes

I despise

When I see you, better put that fuckin' 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 six and we don't spare sissies

I fuck with her and fuck with her, and her

I hit up err, 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 'till his brains hang and his mama sang

And the pastor sang, yee and them bullets sang, yee

And them choppers sang, yee 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 am I menacin'

There's like eighty of us now that's the scary thing

Shit they doin' on that other side embarrassing

We in Paris with it hundred carats with it

All this shit is for my son 'cos he's inheritin' it

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

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