Текст песни Koala - Hammacci

Blocking all emotions from my body, aye
Aside from my brothers, I don't mess with anybody, aye
Feel like CEO's, we move like presidents, Mugabe, aye
Shhh, know I came in with the style just like doggy, aye
This a lazy flow, I'm on some 2015 Carti sh*t
Me and my brother hit the same one, yeah she a party b*tch
The way I got the world in my palms, it's like I'm bluffing it
If she got like 20 bodies, hell nah, I ain't cuffing it

What's the f*cking problem?
How you wanna water flowers, that gon' never blossom?
Same people that talked down on me keep yapping I'm awesome
That rate gon' double up when I'll be laying in my coffin

All this love they show is fake and fiction, Al-Qatala
She can't stop thinking 'bout me, holding tight like a koala
When I get rich, I'll pack my pags and go to Guatemala
Imma take all this cash, tune in to Guapemala

Used to be heartbroken
I'm the one who's breaking hearts now
Used to depressed and suicidal during lockdown
Now everybody see me with a smile when I walk 'round
Now I walk past, see these b*tches with their jaw down

Everybody keep on saying fake it 'till you make it
But when you at the top, everybody wanna fake kick
I don't pay attention to these bozos in my mentions
Remember, hard ass captions on IG don't make you gangsta

On some different type of time
Put your differences aside
I don't need no suit and tie
Keep it classy all the time

They keep saying grrrah in they f*cking songs and they don't got guns
Stop capping on the gram when you got insufficient funds

You say that I'm a junkie
Boy, you look just like a stick
And I keep alotta denim
No designer, still got drip

I'm so fly, like a f*cking eagle and I don't got wings
And when I f*ck, she keep hitting notes, like FKA twigs, man, damn

What's the f*cking problem?
How you wanna water flowers, that gon' never blossom?
Same people that talked on me keep yapping I'm awesome
That rate gon' double up when I'll be laying in my coffin

All this love they show is fake and fiction, Al-Qatala
She can't stop thinking 'bout me, holding tight like a koala
When I get rich, I'll pack my bags and go to Guatemala
Imma take all this cash, tune in to Guapemala