Bag Talk (feat. Moneybagg Yo)

Bag Talk (feat. Moneybagg Yo) - Fredo Bang Lyrics

[Intro]

Ain't that DJ Chose over there? Look like DJ Chose

Ooh, that's a Hardbody beat



[Chorus: Fredo Bang]

Yeah, I let that bag talk, I don't like the big mouth

I get you knocked off, especially we bringin' them straps out

Nigga, what the fuck you thought?

Nigga, what the fuck you thought?

Nigga, what the fuck you thought?

Nigga, what the fuck you thought?

I'm havin' my way with this shit, niggas ain't cut like this, aye

I drop a bag, they blitz

Tell 'em, "Pull up, don't miss"

Nigga, what the fuck you thought?

Nigga, what the fuck you thought?

Nigga, what the fuck you thought?

Nigga, what the fuck you thought?



[Verse 1: Fredo Bang]

All of my niggas on go, none of my niggas no ho

Leave a nigga brains on the porch

Leave a nigga red like Rudolph's nose, yeah

Ain't from the North, but I keep me a pole

Aim for his head, I might cut off his throat

Spinnin' your block tryna take me a soul

Tit for tat, you know how that go

Stand up or take you a seat, niggas ain't really in the streets

You know that we playin' for keeps

You niggas just good on your feet

We takin' off flesh, we 'bout it, you niggas be shootin' at houses

When I want you dead, can't settle

Heard he ain't die, gotta do a lil' better



[Chorus: Fredo Bang & Moneybagg Yo]

Yeah, I let that bag talk, I don't like the big mouth

I get you knocked off, especially we bringin' them straps out

Nigga, what the fuck you thought?

Nigga, what the fuck you thought?

Nigga, what the fuck you thought?

Nigga, what the fuck you thought?

I'm havin' my way with this shit, niggas ain't turnt like this, aye

I drop a bag, they blitz

Tell 'em, "Pull up, don't miss" (Yeah)

Nigga, what the fuck you thought? (Huh?)

Nigga, what the fuck you thought? (Huh?)

Nigga, what the fuck you thought? (Fuck you thought?)

Nigga, what the fuck you thought? (Go)



[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]

Fuck your thoughts, nigga, I'm too heartless

Turn to a monster when I get started

Hit the gas on the Hellcat, it farted

Killin' the game, dearly departed

I'm rockin' Fendi, they mixed it with Fila

Get to the gyro, the cheese, the pita

I'm stickin' dick in a bad Mamacita

She with the opps, I'ma turn her like Tina (Big Speaker)

Birkin' her life, that's bag talk (Bag talk)

Jump in a rocket and blast off

I'm from the south, we don't fast talk

His head a coupon, take half off

I still got some cash in the last vault

I'm the lottery pick, like a scratch-off

You niggas is tweakin' on bath salts

I send Daniel-san to get you knocked off



[Chorus: Fredo Bang]

I let that bag talk, I don't like the big mouth

I get you knocked off, especially we bringin' them straps out

Nigga, what the fuck you thought?

Nigga, what the fuck you thought?

Nigga, what the fuck you thought?

Nigga, what the fuck you thought?

I'm havin' my way with this shit, niggas ain't cut like this, aye

I drop a bag, they blitz

Tell 'em, "Pull up, don't miss"

Nigga, what the fuck you thought?

Nigga, what the fuck you thought?

Nigga, what the fuck you thought?

Nigga, what the fuck you thought?



[Outro]

Ooh, that's a Hardbody beat

Ain't that DJ Chose over there? Look like DJ Chose