Текст песни Guala Guala - ELI BOYER

I got liquor in my cup
Ganja in my left hand
Flashing with them stacks
Wear them wraps like wrist bands

Pressing up them G's
As I speak, I can rain dance
Yeah you can't
Right, but I can

I just got one question
Why you fucking with me
It's like you hating cause you ain't shit
And you want to be me

But I suppose then
Like I done told them
I'mma hop on the beat and chop it like slow jams

I want that Guala Guala
I want that Guala Guala yeah
I want that Guala Guala
I want that money in the bank

I want that Guala Guala
I want them chains on the brain
I want that Guala Guala
I want them, stacks on stacks on

Bang these drums
Man I came to rage
Yo I come in peace
But I ain't so tame

Yo I like it loud
When I hear that bass
Let me shake the trees
With this 80 8

I'mma catch waves get attention
Screaming na na na na na na
Ha ha ha ha
Watch me get it

And I'm gonna get so much
I'mm catch them mentions
When it comes to the cameras
Move bitch, I'mma cannonball the lenses

I'mma hit em
With that sick new edition
At the peak of my prime
I don't need no intermittence

I'm outta control
I don't know no upper limits
Catch a couple girlies down
And get a couple of digits

I want that Guala Guala
I want that Guala Guala yeah
I want that Guala Guala
I want that money in the bank

I want that Guala Guala
I want them chains on the brain
I want that Guala Guala
I want them, stacks on stacks on

Bang these drums
Man I came to rage
Yo I come in peace
But I ain't so tame

Yo I like it loud
When I hear that bass
Let me shake the trees
With this 80 8

Getting Jesus Pieces
Yo I'm Bart with the Reese's
I make the anthem so good
You gotta play it on repeat

I'm an animal uncaged
That's showing it's big teeth
How the fuck I make it sound so hard
But look easy

I got liquor in my cup - cup
Got doubles in my trunk - trunk
Head is nodding out
Because I'm fucking with too much stuff

Listen up you punk - punk
Got trouble bout to erupt
Shit's about to go down
Cause I'm on that fuckin' up - up

I'm getting gold bitch
The shit ain't nothing to me
I'm getting dome bitch
The shit so thick she can't breathe

I'm getting known bitch
I'm blowing up in the trees
I'm fucking show biz
I ain't choose it, it chose me

I want that Guala Guala
I want that Guala Guala yeah
I want that Guala Guala
I want that money in the bank

I want that Guala Guala
I want them chains on the brain
I want that Guala Guala
I want them, stacks on stacks on

Bang these drums
Man I came to rage
Yo I come in peace
But I ain't so tame

Yo I like it loud
When I hear that bass
Let me shake the trees
With this 80 8

Bang these drums man
I came to rage
Singin' bang these drum man

Bang these drums man
I came to rage
Bang these drum man