Gangsta Talk
Fredo Bang, NLE Choppa
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Yeah Da-da, da-da-da, ah-ah, da-da Put a nigga on that ten consultation What, what In the booth with the Drac' on me I ain't never been a bitch, but I put titties on a Drac' Walk down on the opposition, shoot 'em broad day I put seven point six-two, filled up the K That nigga made his bed, so the nigga gotta lay Ayy, I'm a savage, a menace, shoot it 'til it's empty Gotta a dick up in the Glock since these niggas actin' kiddie Bitch, I'm hotter than herpes, so tell me who fuckin' with me Bitch, I'm only sixteen and a nigga run his city We don't chase no clout we chase opps nigga, yeah Body after body what's your count nigga, yeah I should hit a bitch nigga with the Draco, yeah, yeah And you can't join a gang unless you take souls Yeah, you play some games then I gon' feed you to my lil' niggas These niggas, they be flaggin' just like Hilfigers Sellin' 'yo, she grabbed the cut up, where the choke at? Yeah, the fat one, he got hit and he can't talk back Ayy, this is gangsta talk and niggas can't relate I saw my opp out in public, I boost the murder rate I ain't wanna get caught so I used my thirty-eight I had my gloves on real tight, mask on my face I got a Glock where my dick at, a brick where my wrist at No, this ain't a party, but the Draco got some kicks, yeah Send a diss, I won't talk back, murder? Yeah, I'm 'bout that He was talkin' out his head, I put a price on his ballcap Hit him in his shoulder, Chris Brown, make him pop-lock Lurkin' in yo' section in a rental, I'm on opp watch Gat take his soul, give him wings, make him fly high And I don't know how to dance, but with that chopper I'ma cha-cha Slide on my opp house, shoot the nigga through the curtains He was tough up on the 'Gram 'til I saw him out in person This niggas talkin' all that shit, now the young nigga nervous Put them holes in his body, now he gotta go in surgery I'm a lil' nigga with a big stick My Draco called Jackie Chan 'cause that bitch kick And I'm pimpin' all these bad hoes, Slick Ricks And I don't stop shootin' my gun until that bitch click Ayy, this is gangsta talk and niggas can't relate I saw my opp out in public, I boost the murder rate I ain't wanna get caught so I used my thirty-eight I had my gloves on real tight, mask on my face Ayy, this is gangsta talk and niggas can't relate I saw my opp out in public, I boost the murder rate I ain't wanna get caught so I used my thirty-eight I had my gloves on real tight, mask on my face
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Written by: Fredrick Givens, Bryson Potts, Jackie Plant
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