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Polo G - Bag Talk (Official Video)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Polo G
Polo G
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taurus Bartlett
Taurus Bartlett
Songwriter
Joshua Luellen
Joshua Luellen
Songwriter
Bryan Simmons
Bryan Simmons
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Southside
Southside
Producer
TM88
TM88
Producer
Todd Hurtt
Todd Hurtt
Recording Engineer
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Mixing Engineer
Ignacio Portales
Ignacio Portales
Assistant Engineer
Eric Lagg
Eric Lagg
Mastering Engineer

Letra

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 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 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 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 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 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
Writer(s): Bryan Lamar Simmons, Joshua Luellen, Taurus Bartlett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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