Bag Talk – Polo G Lyrics

“Bag Talk”

[Intro]

Told him we gotta

Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh

We could turn the beat up some more

Uh, uh, uh-uh

Uh, uh-uh-uh-uh

Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh

Uh, uh

[Verse 1]

Bag on an opp, now we gettin’ him clapped

Switches let off, we gettin’ him wrapped

Shots from the Drac’ comb out his naps

Now shawty ‘nem checkin’ the Citizen app

I got some niggas up in them Scat Packs slidin’

And some niggas that’s still in the trap

Fuck nigga keep on dissin’ in raps

Pressin’ my buttons and triggers get tapped

You know this gangster shit all in my blood

I still do it for Durb and Lamp

You could pick any location in the city, I’m good

Bitch, everywhere I go, I’m stamped

I’ma keep on runnin’ and runnin’ and runnin’ up mills

Don’t care if I’m catchin’ a cramp

Bitch, I need every dime, I stay on my grind

Like Tony Hawk up that ramp, uh

[Chorus]

Bag talk, I keep havin’ bad thoughts

Stay in somethin’ fast, I’ma stomp the gas and ride off

Pussy niggas play up in thеse streets, get left on sidеwalks

I told bronem that we gotta win, can’t leave my guys lost

I ain’t tryna talk, you can get your mind chalked

Had to step up for my block, they don’t know ’bout all them battles fought

Now I got this shit on lock, no, I can’t take no time off

Broski always sippin’ Wock’, you would think he had a bad cough

[Verse 2]

Uh, you get what you put in in these streets, shit like an algorithm

Twenty-four in this FN, with all these shots, I’m bound to get him

Grouchie love his glizzy ten, I’ll have my problem child come blitz him

Go to war, let’s get it in, if you play with my hounds, I’ll sick him

For a couple pounds, we hit him, took him down, we strip him

Catch him out of bounds, we clip him, heard it’s a man down, go zip him

I miss rockin’ out with my dog, if B was alive, I’d still be with him

Fuck all the opps, we don’t care about y’all, we tryna catch every G and kill ’em, uh

[Chorus]

Bag talk, I keep havin’ bad thoughts

Stay in somethin’ fast, I’ma stomp the gas and ride off

Pussy niggas play up in these streets, get left on sidewalks

I told bronem that we gotta win, can’t leave my guys lost

I ain’t tryna talk, you can get your mind chalked

Had to step up for my block, they don’t know ’bout all them battles fought

Now I got this shit on lock, no, I can’t take no time off

Broski always sippin’ Wock’, you would think he had a bad cough

[Outro]

Bag talk, I keep havin’ bad thoughts

Stay in somethin’ fast, I’ma stomp the gas and ride off

Pussy niggas play up in these streets, get left on sidewalks

I told bronem that we gotta win, can’t leave my guys lost

I ain’t tryna talk, you can get your mind chalked

Had to step up for my block, they don’t know ’bout all them battles fought

Now I got this shit on lock, no, I can’t take no time off

Broski always sippin’ Wock’, you would think he had a bad cough

Track Information

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