21 Savage, Metro Boomin, Project Pat - Gang Shit (Knife Talk OG) lyrics

21 Savage [Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph]

Metro Boomin [Leland Tyler Wayne]

[21 Savage, Metro Boomin, Project Pat - Gang Shit Knife Talk OG lyrics]

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 puppetteer, 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)

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)

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

I bought a Lambo', I came from a Montecarlo
Sellin' elbows, I did it right and went holo'
Back in the seventies
I prolly woulda robbed Pablo
Have my comprade knock the meat out your taco
You sneak dissin'
You gon' get some teeth missin'
You weak bitches
We raw strip and kill snitches
Your bitch diggin'
She diggin' all this damn drip and
I'm chef sinkin', I pink slip
The ink different we 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
Let them bullets fly, sang his ass a lullaby
We don't rock-a-bye that baby
Hit him in the eye
I done let some niggas slide
'cause my show price high
It's a couple of you niggas
Who was 'posed to die

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, 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, 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
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 gang

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