Knife Talk (Explicit)
Drake, 21 Savage, Project Pat"Knife Talk (Explicit)" is a song by Drake, 21 Savage, Project Pat, released in 2021 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:40 long and contains 62 lines and 534 words.
Lyrics
0:00I gotta feed the streets, my pistol gon' bleed the streets
0:02Ski mask on my face, sometimes you got to cheat
0:06To stay ahead (Gang) in this bitchard, drank syrup-like its Liquor
0:10Streetlife, I have you catching up to god quicker (Yeah, gang )
0:13Sticker, Ak-40 to your liver
0:16Let the choppa bang on your like a blood or criper (Gang )
0:20Flipper, so much bread, I'm a Geminis
0:23So much money off of dummies, off of dummies (Yeah, gang )
0:32I miss the, body catcher, slaughter gang soul snatcher
0:36Ain't no regular F-150, this a ****in' Raptor
0:40No capper, street nigga not a rapper
0:43Choppa hit him and he turned into a booty clapper
0:46Smith & Wesson, I'm gang reppin'
0:49We done baptized more niggas than thе damn Reverend
0:53Cap a Alpha, mе and my gang, we do all the steppin'
0:56Who you checkin'? This FN shoot east to Westend (Gang)
1:05Yeah, I heard Papi outside
1:08And he got the double R, drop it outside
1:12Check the weather and it's gettin' real oppie outside
1:15I'm a drop this shit, and have these pussies droppin' like some mother****in'
1:19Type of niggas that can't look me in the eyes
1:22I despise, when I see you better put that ****in' pride to the side
1:26Many time, plenty times, I survived
1:29Beef is loud, spoiler alert, dis nigga dies
1:32Keep blicky's, and you know the weed sticky
1:35My finger itchy, the Glock like to leave hickey's
1:39Yo' shooters iffy, A street punk could never diss me
1:42I come straight up out the Six, and we don't spell Sixties
1:45I **** with her and **** with her, and her
1:48I hit up and tell him do the , for sure
1:52Voodoo curse, it got him while I flew to Turks
1:55Know the dogs had to hit them where we knew it hurts
1:58Gang shit, that's all I'm on (Yeah)
2:01Gang shit, that's all I'm on, nigga
2:05Gang shit, that's all I'm on
2:08Gang shit, that's all I'm on, nigga
2:11Gang shit, that's all I'm on
2:14Gang shit, that's all I'm on, nigga
2:18Gang shit, that's all I'm on
2:21Gang shit, that's all I'm on, nigga
2:24Let it bang bang, let it bang bang
2:27Till his brains hang, and his momma sang
2:30And the pastor sang, and them bullets sang
2:34And them choppas sang, and the choir sang
2:37I'm on everything, Jacob charged me a fifty for a tennis chain
2:42You had it on I sat the tennis game
2:45Tell the coach "Don't take me out" I like to finish games
2:48And my pendant sang, and my menace sang
2:52There's like eighty of us now, that's the scary thing
2:55Shit they doin' on that other side, embarrassing
2:58We in Paris with it, hunnid carrots with it
3:01All this shit for my son, cause he inheritin' it
3:08If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you
3:13Metro
3:17Gang shit, that's all I'm on (Yeah)
3:20Gang shit, that's all I'm on, nigga
3:24Gang shit, that's all I'm on
3:27Gang shit, that's all I'm on, nigga
3:30Gang shit, that's all I'm on
3:33Gang shit, that's all I'm on, nigga
3:37Gang shit, that's all I'm on
3:40Gang shit, that's all I'm on
I gotta feed the streets, my pistol gon' bleed the streets Ski mask on my face, sometimes you got to cheat To stay ahead (Gang) in this bitchard, drank syrup-like its Liquor Streetlife, I have you catching up to god quicker (Yeah, gang ) Sticker, Ak-40 to your liver Let the choppa bang on your like a blood or criper (Gang ) Flipper, so much bread, I'm a Geminis So much money off of dummies, off of dummies (Yeah, gang ) I miss the, body catcher, slaughter gang soul snatcher Ain't no regular F-150, this a ****in' Raptor No capper, street nigga not a rapper Choppa hit him and he turned into a booty clapper Smith & Wesson, I'm gang reppin' We done baptized more niggas than thе damn Reverend Cap a Alpha, mе and my gang, we do all the steppin' Who you checkin'? This FN shoot east to Westend (Gang) Yeah, I heard Papi outside And he got the double R, drop it outside Check the weather and it's gettin' real oppie outside I'm a drop this shit, and have these pussies droppin' like some mother****in' Type of niggas that can't look me in the eyes I despise, when I see you better put that ****in' pride to the side Many time, plenty times, I survived Beef is loud, spoiler alert, dis nigga dies Keep blicky's, and you know the weed sticky My finger itchy, the Glock like to leave hickey's Yo' shooters iffy, A street punk could never diss me I come straight up out the Six, and we don't spell Sixties I **** with her and **** with her, and her I hit up and tell him do the , 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, nigga Let it bang bang, let it bang bang Till his brains hang, and his momma sang And the pastor sang, and them bullets sang And them choppas sang, and the choir sang I'm on everything, Jacob charged me a fifty for a tennis chain You had it on I sat the tennis game Tell the coach "Don't take me out" I like to finish games And my pendant sang, and my menace sang 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, hunnid carrots with it All this shit for my son, cause he inheritin' it If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you Metro 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
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