GUALALA Zipbby

[Intro]
Haha
Ah!
Fuck nigga

[Chorus]
Oh, you thought you was like that?
Choppa like a badass kid, it like to bite back
I'm like Bundy, baby, she got bummers, I'ma bite ass (Bite ass)
I got money, baby, you should know I don't check price tags

[Verse 1]
Oh, you got a OF? Bitch, you better fuck off
I just got them racks in, I blew em the fuck off
Choppa finna hit shit, fore, baby, Top Golf
Yeah, I like to split shit, nigga don't get knocked off
I'ma call my New York nigga, get ya' Red Sox knocked off
Yankee cap, big brim, big timbs, haha
As-salamu alaykum, send that pussy boy to Allah
She make the dick disappear, baby, voila
I got hoes, falala, I like countin' gualala
Oh, you love me? Nah, nah, nah, where you at? Trap 999
Suit and tie, nine-to-five, servin' fеnt from five to nine
Wherе he at? He crossed a line, now you see them bullets fly
Niggas dyin', mama's cryin', homicide, say goodbye
Make a fuck nigga shit himself for like the second time
Choppa find ya' ass like Hitler, I call it Frankenstein
I like gettin' guap for shit sure, I get it every time