GWUALLA - Bobby Shmurda ft. LouGotCash

I roll with my Gwuallas

I smell like a raster

Nigga, I stay with the Gwualla

I smell like a raster

Nigga, I stay with my choppa

You know a top shotta

Nigga I roll with the gwualla

I roll with my choppa

I roll with the semi, the .40, the knockas

I roll with the monstas

And we with the drama

And we got them Dracos, the .40's, the knockas

Hit him with top shotta

You know they my partners

And we got that Bentley, the Fanti, the Rowler

All about that dolla

Send to put that dolla

You know I'm top shotta

Ask your baby mama

Ask your baby-

Yeh, ask you baby mama

She know Im top shotta

She know Im don donda

She know I'm the bad one

Say she wanna bad one

Said she wanna gun one

Said she wanna "Ah Ah"

Said she wanna hit

You know ain't no nigga G like Martin

There my monstas (Brrr)

I know bout the ting

Shatter teeth, when they come runnin (Brrr)

Punch out hollow teeth, beat them tings

Till the drum done (Brrr)

All these VV tings in my ring

Like the Samsung

That niggas my C's on the C's

Yeh my son sons

Yellow lambo seats, with the green

Feelin like safranas

I dropped outta school the same week

I seen the Unya

I hopped out the V with the ting

They don't want nuthin'

Yeh, I roll with my choppa

I roll with the semi, the .40, the knockas

I roll with the monstas

And we with the drama

And we got them Dracos, the .40's, the knockas

I be with them robbers

They don't want no problem

I be with some niggas sending shots

They gon solve em

I been with some niggas in the trap like the Carter

Bet them bitches come when I make mill's

Like Vince Carter

My bitch bad she got that body on her

Sit here baby fog, her on my ass

[?] body him

Let him run up on me

Feel my energy that glocky on

Yeh feel like "Glockiana"

That bitch is "Thotiana"

I call her "Tatiana"

She gettin that molly

Drop that head good

Money on the wood

Bitch Im eatin that bread good

Now we're all Bobby

Bitches jackin that they head good

Brodie caught a body

Killed a rapper he was dead good

I fuck with the eater

I check out her vibes (Yeh, Yeh)

Were all into killas

Your next if you takin your ride (Yeh, Yeh)

He said he hate me

He checkin my bop (Yeh, Yeh)

Fight with my brotha

Ya play we gon shoot at the top

It may get hot

Put that boy in a box (Yeh, Yeh)

Gang so tough

Don fuck wit no Glock (Yeh, Yeh)

Its Lou Baby

I never cuff with no thots

I run it up

I take this shit to the top (Run It Up)