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letra de gang shit (knife talk og) - 21 savage & metro boomin

[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 b-tch-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)
[verse 1: 21 savage]
i’m mister body catcher, slaughter gang soul sn-tcher
ain’t no regular f-150, this a f-ckin’ raptor
no capper, street n-gga, not a rapper
chopper hit him and he turned into a booty clapper
smith & wesson, i’m 4l gang reppin’
we done baptized more n-ggas than the d-mn reverend (yeah)
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 sh-t, that’s all i’m on
gang sh-t, that’s all i’m on
n-gga, gang sh-t, that’s all i’m on
gang sh-t, that’s all i’m on
n-gga, gang sh-t, that’s all i’m on
gang sh-t, that’s all i’m on
n-gga, gang sh-t, that’s all i’m on
gang sh-t, that’s all i’m on

[verse 2: 21 savage]
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 t–th missin’
you weak b-tches, we raw strip and k!ll snitches
your b-tch diggin’, she diggin’ all this d-mn drip and
i’m chef sinkin’, i pink slip, the ink different
we keep bl!ckies, 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 n-ggas slide ’cause my show price high
it’s a couple of you n-ggas who was ‘posed to die
[chorus: 21 savage]
gang sh-t, that’s all i’m on
gang sh-t, that’s all i’m on
n-gga, gang sh-t, that’s all i’m on
gang sh-t, that’s all i’m on
n-gga, gang sh-t, that’s all i’m on
gang sh-t, that’s all i’m on
n-gga, gang sh-t, that’s all i’m on
gang sh-t, that’s all i’m on

[refrain: 21 savage]
n-gga, gang gang
n-gga, gang gang
n-gga, gang gang
n-gga, gang gang
n-gga, i’m gang gang
n-gga, gang gang
n-gga, gang gang
n-gga, gang gang, n-gga

[bridge: 21 savage]
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
[refrain: 21 savage with choir]
n-gga gang gang, gang gang, gang gang
n-gga gang gang, gang gang, gang gang
n-gga gang gang, gang gang, gang gang
n-gga gang gang, gang gang, gang gang, n-gga

[outro: 21 savage]
gang
gang

- 21 savage metro boomin

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