Gang Shit (Knife Talk Original)

[Intro: Project Pat & 21 Savage] 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, a ventriloquist (Yeah, gang) Or a puppeteer, diamonds in my ear New foreign ride every year, I'm in foreign gear (Gang) Plug show up with the pack, it's gon' disappear Stick shift hustle, I stay in fifth gear (Yeah, gang) [Verse 1: 21 Savage] I'm mister body catcher, Slaughter Gang soul snatcher Ain't no regular F-150, this a fuckin' Raptor (Yeah, gang) No capper, street nigga, not a rapper Chopper hit him and he turned into a booty clapper (Gang) Smith & Wesson, I'm 4L Gang reppin' We done baptized more niggas than the damn reverend (Yeah, gang) Kappa Alpha, me and my gang, we do all the steppin' Who you checkin'? This FN shoot East to West End (Gang) [Chorus: 21 Savage] 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, nigga (Yeah, gang) [Verse 2: 21 Savage] I bought a Lambo', I came from a Monte Carlo Sellin' elbows, I did it right and went holo' (Gang) Back in the seventies, I prolly woulda robbed Pablo Have my comprade knock the meat out your taco (Gang) You sneak dissin', you gon' get some teeth missin' You weak bitches, we raw strip and kill snitches (Gang) Your bitch diggin', she diggin' all this damn drip and I'm chef sinkin', I pink slip, the ink different (Yeah, gang) We keep blickies, and you know the weed sticky My finger itchy, the Glock like to leave hickeys (Gang) Your shooters iffy, a street punk could never diss me I come straight up out the six, and we don't spare sissies (Yeah, gang) Let them bullets fly, sang his ass a lullaby We don't rock-a-bye that baby, hit him in the eye (Gang) I done let some niggas slide 'cause my show price high It's a couple of you niggas who was 'posed to die (Yeah) [Chorus: 21 Savage] 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) [Outro: 21 Savage with Choir] Nigga, gang-gang Nigga, gang-gang Nigga, gang-gang Nigga, gang-gang Nigga, I'm gang-gang Nigga, gang-gang Nigga, gang-gang Nigga, gang-gang, nigga Let it bang (Gang), bang, let it bang, bang 'Til 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) Nigga gang-gang, gang-gang, gang-gang Nigga gang-gang, gang-gang, gang-gang Nigga gang-gang, gang-gang, gang gang Nigga gang-gang, gang-gang, gang-gang, nigga Gang