Chords for Knife Talk

I gotta feed the [Bbm] streets, my pistol gon' bleed the streets
Ski mask on my face, sometimes you gotta cheat
To stay ahead in this bitch, ah
Drink surf like it's liquor
Street life, I have you catchin' up to God [Bb] quicker
[Bbm] Sticker, ain't goth for it to your lip, [Bb] ah
Let the chopper, _ _
_ [Bbm] so much bread, I'm a gymnast
Made so much money off of dummies, off of dummies [Bb] Yeah, [Bbm] yeah _ _ _ _ _
I'm Mr.
Body Catcher
Slaughter gang, soul snatcher
Ain't no regular F-150, this a fuckin' [Bb] rapper
[Bbm] No capper, street nigga, not a rapper
Chopper hit a many, turn into a booty clapper
Smith and Wesson, a 4L gang reppin'
We done baptized more niggas than a damn [Bb] reverend
[Bbm] Kappa Alpha, me and my gang, we do all the steppin'
Who you checkin'?
This FN shoot, it's the Westin'
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_ [Bbm] I heard poppy outside
And he got the double R, drop it outside
Check the weather and it's gettin' real, I be outside
I'ma drop this shit and have these pussies droppin'
Like some [Bb] motherfuckin' flies
[Bbm] Type of nigga [Bb] that can't look me in the eyes, [Bbm] I despise
When I see ya, better put that fuckin' pride to the side
Many times, plenty times, I survive
Beef is live, spoiler alert, this [Bb] nigga dies
You [Bbm] keep blinkies, and you know the weed's sticky
My finger itchy, they glock like the Leaf Hickeys
Your shooters iffy, [Bb] a street punk can never diss me
I come straight up, bout to six and wear on Spell's sissies
I [Bbm] fuck with her, and fuck with [Bb] her, and her
I hit up her, tell her do the er, for sure
Voodoo curse, it got him while I flew to [Bbm] Turks
Lotus dogs had him hit him where we knew it [Bb] hurts
Gang [Bbm] 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
[Bb] Nigga, [Bbm] gang shit, that's all I'm on
[Bb] Gang shit, that's all I'm on
Nigga, [Fm] gang shit, that's all [Bb] I'm on
Gang shit, that's all I'm on
Let it bang, [Bbm] bang, let it bang, bang
Till his brains hang, and his mama sang
And the pastor sang, and the bullet [Bb] sang
And the trumpet sang, and the choir sang
I'm on [Bbm] everything, Jacob charged me for a f-
Before a tennis chain, US Open had it on us [Bb] at the tennis game
Tell the coach don't take me out, I like to finish games
And my pen insane, and my men [Bbm] insane
There's like 80 of us now, [Bb] that's a scary thing
Shit they doing on that other side embarrassing
[Bbm] We in Paris with it, [Bb] 100 carats with it
All this shit is for my son cause he's inherited [Bbm] it
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[Bb] Gang [Bbm] 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
[Bb] Nigga, [Bbm] gang shit, that's all I'm on
[Bb] Gang shit, that's all I'm on
Nigga, gang [Bbm] shit, that's all [Bb] I'm on
Gang shit, that's all I'm on Nigga
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