Bag Talk Fredo Bang (Ft. Moneybagg Yo)

[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? (Fuck you thought?)
Nigga, what the fuck you thought? (Fuck you thought?)
Nigga, what the fuck you thought? (Fuck you thought?)
Nigga, what the fuck you thought? (Fuck you thought?)
I'm havin' my way with this shit
Niggas ain't cut like this, ayy
I drop a bag, they blitz
Tell 'em, "Pull up, don't miss"
Nigga, what the fuck you thought? (Fuck you thought?)
Nigga, what the fuck you thought? (Fuck you thought?)
Nigga, what the fuck you thought? (Fuck you thought?)
Nigga, what the fuck you thought? (Fuck you thought?)

[Verse 1: Fredo Bang]
All of my niggas on go (Yeah)
None of my niggas no ho (Yeah)
Leave a nigga brains on the porch (Yeah)
Leave a nigga red like Rudolph's nose, yeah (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 (Facts)
Stand up or take you a seat (Bitch)
Niggas ain't really in the streets (Bitch)
You know that we playin' for keeps (Bitch)
You niggas just good on your feet (Ha)
We takin' off flesh, we 'bout it (Bitch)
You niggas be shootin' at houses (Bitch)
When I want you dead, can't settle
Heard he ain't die, gotta do a lil' better (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)