Gangsta Talk (feat. NLE Choppa)

Fredo Bang , NLE Choppa

Yeah
Da, da, da, da, da, ah-ah, da,da
Put a nigga on that Tee, consultationWhat, 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 talking 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 talking 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