Soulja Boy - Guala lyrics

Stacks on deck, Soulja boy tell em

Big bank roll, pull up to the scene

And I’m stunting on them hoes

Big bank roll, pull up to the scene

And I’m stunting on them hoes
I’m all about my guala, guala,  guala, guala
Guala

I’m all about my guala, guala, guala, guala
Guala

I’m all about my guala, guala, guala, guala
Guala

I’m all about my guala, guala

Yeah I pop my collar, take your girlfriend
Man you know I make her holler

On the highway in that Lamborghini throttle

Bees, stash, cash boy, and 100 on my collar

Got my chains on, and I got my shades on

Got my rings on and then my thangs on

I come through the hood and
They say wassup soulja

Yeah I already know
I thought that I done told ya

You know I took over, 50 on that dashboard
All these fucking bricks

I can make her bad boy, soulja boy I flicks
Off the top with 10 chains, bitch, vip
It’s that money gang

I’m all about my guala, guala, guala, guala
Guala

I’m all about my guala, guala, guala, guala
Guala

I’m all about my guala, guala, guala, guala
Guala

I’m all about my guala, guala, x 2

You know I’m bout my guala, guala, guala
Guala

I’m all about my guala, guala, guala, guala
Guala

I’m all about my guala, guala, guala, guala
Guala

I’m all about my guala
I’m all about my fetty

I manage streets grind yeah
You know I hustle heavy

A hunned on my chain
You alrеady know the name

Soulja boy, sb’s, I’m bumping out the framе
I had to drop the wire
You know I’m stupid fly

They see me in the club and
They know that I’m that guy

Kicking pimping in the hood
Just like a samurai

Soulja boy tell em, I’m turnt up, to the sky

A hunned on my bracelet
I’m all about my guala

I’m up in the mall, 500 on my collar

I’m in the Gucci store
They know it’s soulja b

I make it look easy, I’m repping this so deep

I'mm all about my guala, guala, guala, guala
Guala

I’m all about my guala, guala, guala, guala
Guala

I’m all about my guala, guala, guala, guala
Guala

I’m all about my guala, guala, x 2

You know I’m bout my guala, guala, guala
Guala

I’m all about my guala, guala, guala, guala
Guala

I’m all about my guala, guala, guala, guala
Guala

I’m in love with chanel
All these gold rings on my
Finger you can tell

I walk inside the Versace store
I’m buying all the belts

I need the duffle strap and
I need that Louie strap, lego

I’m posted on the wall…true religion jeans
And them bosses on my draws

Soulja boy I pose, sittin on the wall
Got a Bentley with a v12 in the call

Bet you know what it is bitch
You ain’t fucking with my campaign

When we hit the club you
Know we popping champagne

All in my belt there’s light…fitted

They can’t get my city
Tell them niggas get with me

I’m all about my fitty