Knife

Knife, it's sharp and chrome

Come see inside my bones

(Yung Germ)

Knife, it's sharp and chrome

Come see inside my bones

Big knife, put it where your wig at

Sit down, tell that nigga "get back"

Cigarettes get mixed with a six pack

Nigga singing like la-la-la, la-la-la

They still actin' like the doggy ain't dangerous

They still actin' like the blood, he ain't bang shit

They still actin' like them niggas ain't cold-switch

When I'm down on my luck, would you hang in?

Where you went? How'd it go? Was you frayin'?

.45 on me 'case a nigga ain't payin'

.45 on me 'case a nigga keep playin'

Go blind on 'em I don't know what they sayin'

Better duck 'cause your luck, it might've ran out

In a cage I'ma deal all my dogs out

Be free, we can be inside a dog pound

When I went to his house, he ain't come out

Knife, it's sharp and chrome

Come see inside my bones

And I've seen how them niggas hate

In the field and the real, you can't imitate

I'm at war with the crew, you can't penetrate

And the spoils of war gon' illuminate, huh

Niggas foldin', they switchin' up to be the last one

Niggas come to my crib and then I'ma blast one

Bitches suckin' and fuckin', tryna pull fast ones

I got brain damage how the gun kickbacks

Road rage thinking how them niggas dip that

I'm in a Ford truck, tryna get, get back

I'm in a Ford truck, aimin' where their wig at

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I'm in a Ford truck, tryna get, get back

I'm in a Ford truck, aimin' where their wig at

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