Knife Talk
Drake & 21 Savage Lyrics

I gotta feed the streets, my pistol gon' bleed the streets
I need to supply drugs to the streets, and my gun will be used to protect my business.

Ski mask on my face, sometimes you gotta cheat To stay ahead in this bitch-a (gang), drank syrup like it's liquor Street life'll have you catchin' up to God quicker (yeah, gang)
Wearing a ski mask, cheating is sometimes necessary to succeed in this violent street game. I drink cough syrup like it's alcohol. Street life is dangerous and can lead to an early death.

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'll attach a sticker to your body after I shoot you with my AK-40, and my chopper will fire on you like I'm part of a gang. I'm skilled at flipping and handling large amounts of money, which I've earned from unsuspecting people.

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
I'm the one who collects bodies, and I take people's souls as a member of the violent Slaughter Gang. My car is not just a normal F-150, but a powerful Raptor. I'm not trying to be a rapper, I'm just a regular street guy. My chopper (gun) will make someone turn into a coward.

Smith & Wesson, I'm 4L Gang reppin' We done baptized more niggas than a 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)
I represent the 4L Gang and use a Smith & Wesson gun. We have killed more people than a reverend can baptize. As a member of Kappa Alpha, we are always dancing. If you want to fight us, our FN (gun) can reach all parts of the city.

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' flies 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
I hear that Papi is close by with an expensive Rolls-Royce. The weather is dangerous outside, and I'll make my enemies fall as easily as flies. Anyone who can't look me in the eyes is a coward. I hate when people have too much pride. I've survived many dangerous situations, and anyone who tries to fight me will die.

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 always have guns, and the weed I smoke is very potent. I'm always ready to pull the trigger, and my gun causes bruises. Nobody can disrespect me, especially not someone who isn't street smart. I come from the 6, and we don't show mercy to cowards.

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
I have many sexual partners. I contact my associates to carry out tasks. Using voodoo, I was able to harm someone while traveling to Turks and Caicos. My group had to hit those people where it would hurt the most.

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
I'm all about gang life, that's the only thing I represent and care about.

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'll let my gun go off until someone is dead, and then everyone will mourn and sing for the person who has been lost.

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
I am successful in everything I do. I spent a lot of money on a diamond tennis chain. I wore it to the US Open tennis match. When I'm playing sports, I always want to finish the game. My writing skills are crazy, and my crew is tough. We have a large number of people, which is scary to our enemies. Their actions on the other side are embarrassing. We are in Paris with expensive jewelry. All of this is for my son because he will inherit my success.

(If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you) Gang (yeah) (Metro)
If my music producer, Young Metro, doesn't trust you, I'll shoot you. Gang life rules all.

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
I'm all about gang life, that's the only thing I represent and care about.