***** Talk (Cover Remake)

[Intro: Styl1sh S1m0n]
I gotta feed the streets, my pistol gon' ***** the *******
Ski mask on my face, sometimes you got to cheat
To stay ahead in this ********* (Gang), drank ***** like it's liquor
****** life'll have you catchin' up to God quicker (Yeah, gang)
Sticker, AK-40 to your *****
Let the chopper bang on you like a ***** or a ******* (Gang)
Flipper, so much bread, I'm a gymnast
Made so much money off of dummies, off of dummies (Yeah, gang)

[Verse 1: Styl1sh S1m0n]
I'm mister body catcher, Slaughter Gang soul snatcher
Ain't no regular F-150, this a ******* Raptor
No capper, street *****, not a rapper
Chopper hit him and he turned into a ***** *******
Smith & Wesson, I'm 4L Gang reppin'
We done baptized more ****** than the damn revеrend (Yeah)
Kappa Alpha, me and my gang, wе do all the steppin'
Who you checkin'? This FN shoot East to West End (Gang)

[Verse 2: Aw3som3 Alv1n]
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 **** and have these ******* droppin' like some ************* flies
Type of ***** that can't look me in the eyes
I despise
When I see you, better put that ******* pride to the side
Many times, plenty times, I survived
Beef is live, spoiler alert, this ***** dies

[Verse 3: Styl1sh S1m0n]
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

[Verse 4: Aw3som3 Alv1n]
I **** with her, and **** 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

[Chorus: Styl1sh S1m0n & Aw3som3 Alv1n]
Gang ****, that's all I'm on (Yeah)
Gang ****, that's all I'm on
*****, gang ****, that's all I'm on
Gang ****, that's all I'm on
*****, gang ****, that's all I'm on
Gang ****, that's all I'm on
*****, gang ****, that's all I'm on
Gang ****, that's all I'm on

[Verse 5: Styl1sh S1m0n]
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

[Verse 6: Aw3som3 Alv1n]
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
**** they doin' on that other side embarrassing
We in Paris with it, hundred carats with it
All this **** is for my son, 'cause he's inheritin' it

[Interlude: Styl1sh S1m0n]
If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you
Gang
Metro

[Chorus: Styl1sh S1m0n]
Gang ****, that's all I'm on
Gang ****, that's all I'm on
*****, gang ****, that's all I'm on
Gang ****, that's all I'm on
*****, gang ****, that's all I'm on
Gang ****, that's all I'm on
*****, gang ****, that's all I'm on
Gang ****, that's all I'm on, yeah