Gangsta Talk Lyrics – Fredo Bang ft. NLE Choppa

[Intro: NLE Choppa]
Yeah
Da-da, da-da-da, ah-ah, da-da
Put a n!gga on that Tee, consultation
What, what
In the booth with the Drac' on me

[Verse 1: NLE Choppa]
I ain’t never been a b!tch, but I put t!tt!es on a Drac'
Walk down on the opposition, shoot 'em broad day
I put seven point six-two, filled up the K
That n!gga made his bed, so the n!gga gotta lay
Ay, I’m a savage, a menace, shoot it 'til it's empty
Gotta a d!ck up in the Glock
Since these n!ggas acting kiddie
B!tch, I'm hotter than herpes
So tell me who f**king with me
B!tch, I'm only sixteen and a n!gga run his city

[Verse 2: Fredo Bang]
We don't chase no clout we chase opps n!gga, yeah
Body after body what’s your count n!gga? Yeah
I should hit a b!tch n!gga with the Draco, yeah, yeah
And you can’t join a gang unless you take souls
Yeah, you play some games
Then I gone feed you to my lil’ n!ggas
These n!ggas, they be flagging just like Hilfigers
Selling 'yo, she grabbed the cut up, where the chalk at?
Yeah, the fat one, he got hit and he can’t talk back

[Chorus: NLE Choppa]
Ay, this is gangsta talk and n!ggas 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

[Verse 3: Fredo Bang]
I got a Glock where my d!ck 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 lurking 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

[Verse 4: NLE Choppa]
Slide on my opp house, shoot the n!gga through the curtains
He was tough up on the 'Gram 'til I saw him out in person
This n!ggas talking all that sh!t
Now the young n!gga nervous
Put them holes in his body, now he gotta go in surgery
I'm a lil' n!gga with a big stick
My Drako called Jackie Chan 'cause that b!tch kick
And I'm p!mping all these bad hoes, Sl!ck Ricks
And I don't stop shooting my gun until that b!tch cl!ck

[Chorus: NLE Choppa]
Ay, this is gangsta talk and n!ggas 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 n!ggas 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