Bag Talk, Polo G’s newest single, has full lyrics available. The song is anticipated to be on the rapper’s future album.

Together with TM88, Neal, and Alex, Southside developed Bag Talk. A brand-new song from Polo G is now available for download on our platform. The outstanding album is called “Bag Talk.” The lyrics is written below.

Polo G Bag Talk Lyrics

Within the first few minutes of listening to this gem, you become captivated by it. The majority of music critics concur that it is only good music. Read Lyrics below.

We are confident that you won’t weary of listening to this engaging album anytime soon, so be sure to add it to your list of favorite songs.

Official ‘Bag Talk’ Lyrics by Polo G

Intro
Till we get out (Till, till), uh, uh, uh, uh-uh
(We can turn the beat up some more!)
Uh, uh, uh-uh, uh-uh-uh
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh, uh

Verse 1
Back on a opp, now we getting ’em clapped
Switches led off, we getting ’em wrapped
Shots from the Drac’ coming out his nine
Now shawtynem’ checking them citizens out
I got some niggas up in ’em Scat Packs slide
It’s the niggas that’s still in the trap
Fuck niggas keep on dissing in raps
Press my buttons, them 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 running and running and running up mills, don’t care if I’m catching a cramp
Bitch, I need evеry dime, I stay on my grind like Tony Hawk up that ramp, uh

Chorus
Bag talk, I keep having bad thoughts
Stay in something fast, I’ma stomp thе gas and ride off
Pussy niggas play up in these streets, get left on sidewalks
I told bro’nem, “Now we gotta win, can’t leave my guys lost”
I ain’t tryna talk, you can get your man chalked
Had to step up from my block, they don’t know ’bout all ’em battles fought
Now, I got this shit on lock, no, I can’t take no time off
Broski always sipping wock, you would think he had a bad cough, uh

Verse 2
You get what you put in in these streets, shit like a algorithm
.24 in this F.N., with all these shots, I’m bound to get ’em
Grouchy love his glizzy ten, I’ll have my problem child come blitzing
Go to war, let’s get it in, if you play with my hounds, I send some
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 rocking out wit’ my dawg, if B was alive, I’d still be with him
Fuck all the opps’, we don’t care ’bout y’all, we tryna catch every G and kill him, uh

Chorus
Bag talk, I keep having bad thoughts
Stay in somethinG fast, I’ma stomp the gas and ride off
Pussy niggas play up in these streets, get left on sidewalks
I told bro’nem, “Now we gotta win, can’t leave my guys lost”
I ain’t tryna talk, you can get your man chalked
Had to step up from my block, they don’t know ’bout all ’em battles fought
Now, I got this shit on lock, no, I can’t take no time off
Broski always sipping wock, you would think he had a bad cough

Outro
Bag talk, I keep having bad thoughts
Stay in something fast, I’ma stomp the gas and ride off
Pussy niggas play up in these streets, get left on sidewalks
I told bro’nem, “Now we gotta win, can’t leave my guys lost”
I ain’t tryna talk, you can get your man chalked
Had to step up from my block, they don’t know ’bout all ’em battles fought
Now, I got this shit on lock, no, I can’t take no time off
Broski always sipping wock, you would think he had a bad cough