Gangsta Talk lyrics

[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 titties 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 di*k up in the Glock since these n*ggas actin' kiddie
b*tch, I'm hotter than herpes, so tell me who f*ckin' 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 gon' feed you to my lil’ n*ggas
These n*ggas, 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
[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 di*k 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

[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 talkin' 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 pimpin' all these bad hoes, Slick Ricks
And I don't stop shootin' my gun until that b*tch click
[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