(+) Knife Talk
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 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 fuckin' raptor
No capper street nigga not a rapper
Chopper hit him
And he turned into a booty clapper
Smith & Wesson I'm 4L Gang reppin'
We done baptized more niggas
Than the damn 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 shit and have these pussies
Droppin' like some motherfuckin'
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 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 doin' on that other side
Embarrassing
We in Paris with it hundred carats with it
All this shit is for my son
'Cause he's inheritin' 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