Gangsta Talk - Fredo Bang, NLE Choppa

Yeah

Da-da, da-da-da, ah-ah, da-da

Put a nigga on that Tee, 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

Ay, 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 chalk at?

Yeah, the fat one, he got hit and he can’t talk back

Ay, 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

I’m 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 Drako 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

Ay, 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

Ay, 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