Whole Lotta Guala

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