Whole Lotta Guala Lyrics

Aye Ken what you got there huh?

I see em' hatin', talkin' up on me, they said I wouldn't make it

Keep it a hundred with me ain't no faking

Thought she was bad but she really turned basic

Whole lotta risk in this shit, I'ma take it

I'm off the loud, chasin' a bag and she fuck with my sound

He tryna talk, hunt that nigga down

He diss on my brother, put him in the ground

He tryna beef but he can't show a bag

I walk around, making fuck niggas mad

Doin' that wolfin', might get on yo ass

Designer jeans on me, still got a tag

She got a whole lotta red and I know it's a flag

Bad lil bitch, I ain't finna nag

I'm top ten, I ain't finna brag

I'm out the way, nigga, stay with the cash

Say I'm on the way, young nigga, tryna paper chase

I ain't tryna catch a case, you better get up out my face

Put them niggas in that place like Tay-K, they gon' do the race

I be walkin' down the street, might need that heat , I don't feel safe

Get a whole lotta racks, we gon' run it up

Old hoe did me wrong now I'm, cuttin' up

Niggas say they gettin' bands, then show me sum

And I know they gon' hate, I'ma blow me up

On my way to get rich, these niggas gon' be up on shit

All they talkin', I know you a lick

If you diss on the six, just know that you bound to get hit

Just know that you bound to get hit

We walk around with a whole lotta guala

I was so down when I didn't have a dollar

Stay on that necks and I feel like a collar

She gave me brain but that hoe ain't a scholar

I put the bands right up in the safe

What the fuck is you saying?

Get the fuck out my face

We gettin' money fuck two different ways

This hoe be trippin', got me in the maze