Knife Talk - Drake ft 21 Savage and Project Pat (lyrics) I gotta feed the streets, my pistol gon\u0027 bleed the streets Ski mask on my face, sometimes you gotta cheat To stay ahead in this bitch-a (gang), drank syrup like it\u0027s liquor Street life\u0027ll have you catchin\u0027 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\u0027m a gymnast Made so much money off of dummies, off of dummies (yeah, gang) I\u0027m mister body catcher, Slaughter Gang soul snatcher Ain\u0027t no regular F-150, this a fuckin\u0027 Raptor (yeah, gang) No capper, street nigga, not a rapper Chopper hit him and he turned into a booty clapper (gang) Smith & Wesson, I\u0027m 4L Gang reppin\u0027 We done baptized more niggas than a damn reverend (yeah, gang) Kappa Alpha, me and my gang, we do all the steppin\u0027 Who you checkin\u0027? This FN shoot East to West End (gang) Yeah (gang) I heard Papi outside And he got the double-R droppy outside Checked the weather and it\u0027s gettin\u0027 real oppy outside (gang) I\u0027ma drop this shit and have these pussies droppin\u0027 like some motherfuckin\u0027 flies (yeah, gang) Type of nigga that can\u0027t look me in the eyes I despise When I see you, better put that fuckin\u0027 pride to the side (gang) Many times, plenty times, I survived Beef is live, spoiler alert, this nigga dies (yeah) 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\u0027t spare sissies I fuck with her, and fuck with her, and her I hit up err and tell him do the err, for sure (gang) Voodoo curse, it got him while I flew to Turks Know the dogs had to hit them where we knew it hurts (yeah) Gang shit, that\u0027s all I\u0027m on (yeah) Gang shit, that\u0027s all I\u0027m on Nigga, gang shit, that\u0027s all I\u0027m on Gang shit, that\u0027s all I\u0027m on Nigga, gang shit, that\u0027s all I\u0027m on Gang shit, that\u0027s all I\u0027m on Nigga, gang shit, that\u0027s all I\u0027m on Gang shit, that\u0027s all I\u0027m on (yeah) Let it bang, bang, let it bang, bang \u0027Til his brains hang and his mama sang And the pastor sang and them bullets sang (gang) And them choppers sang and the choir sang (yeah, gang) I\u0027m on everything Jacob charged me four-fifty for a tennis chain US Open, had it on us at the tennis game (gang) Tell the coach don\u0027t take me out, I like to finish games And my pen insane, and my men insane (yeah, gang) There\u0027s like eighty of us now, that\u0027s the scary thing Shit they doin\u0027 on that other side embarrassing (gang) We in Paris with it, hundred carats with it All this shit is for my son, \u0027cause he\u0027s inheritin\u0027 it (yeah) Gang (yeah) (Metro) Gang shit, that\u0027s all I\u0027m on Gang shit, that\u0027s all I\u0027m on Nigga, gang shit, that\u0027s all I\u0027m on Gang shit, that\u0027s all I\u0027m on Nigga, gang shit, that\u0027s all I\u0027m on Gang shit, that\u0027s all I\u0027m on Nigga, gang shit, that\u0027s all I\u0027m on Gang shit, that\u0027s all I\u0027m on, yeah