[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, off of dummies (Yeah, gang)
[21 Savage] 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 morе niggas than the damn reverеnd (Yeah)
Kappa Alpha, me and my gang, we do all the steppin´ Who you checkin´? This FN shoot East to West End (Gang)
[Drake] 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´ 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
[21 Savage] 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
[Drake] 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
[21 Savage & Drake]
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
[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
[Drake] 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
[21 Savage] If Young Metro don´t trust you I´m gon´ shoot you Gang Metro
[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
Traduction
[Project Pat & 21 Savage] J’dois nourrir les rues, mon pistolet va faire saigner les rues Un masque de ski sur mon visage, parfois tu dois tricher
[21 Savage] J’veux faire « Bang, bang », j’veux faire « Bang, bang » Jusqu´à c’qu’il ait plus d’tête et qu’sa mère chante en pleurs Et le pasteur chante, et les balles chantent Et les fusils chantent, et le chœur chante