[Intro]
Yo Ali
Aye, aye
Aye
What the fuck
Aye, aye
Bitch

[Chorus]
Whole lotta guala, whole lotta choppas
Yeah, we gotta lotta, lotta damn bottles
Whole lotta guala, whole lotta choppas
Yeah, we gotta lotta, lotta damn bottles
Whole lotta guala, whole lotta choppas
Yeah, we gotta lotta, lotta damn bottles
Whole lotta guala, whole lotta choppas
Yeah, we gotta lotta, lotta damn bottles
Duke Deuce, he got a whole lotta, Triple M's got a whole lotta
Duke Deuce, he got a whole lotta, Triple M got a whole lotta
Duke Deuce, he got a whole lotta, Triple M got a whole lotta
Duke Deuce, he got a whole lotta, Triple M got a whole lotta

[Verse]
Whole lotta guala, fucking on a model, hit em’ with the wand
Call me Harry Potter, n***a got a problem hit him with the choppa
[?] his ass up but I'm not a bottle
Triple M the gang boy you can't hang
N***a, you a lame you should be ashamed, we are not the same
Money over fame, sticking to the game stay up in your lane
Riding with the fucking top dropped, n***as still rocking Reebok’s
[?] don't tick-tock, If we don't fuck with you kick rocks
Triple M got it on lock, [?] he hot
Money [?], hold up fuck n***a think not
Made man on some big bucks shit
Disrespect get yo head bust bitch
Watching n***as on that suspect shit
Hoe tripping shouldn't have fucked that bitch
Hot boy on some big tough shit
Throwing sets like fuck yo clique
[?]
N***a mad cause I fucked his bitch
Yeah I told y'all, motherfucking n***as
You already know what's going on
Triple M, Triple M, Triple M n***a
Broke ass n***as can't fuck with them n***as
Yeah bitch you already know what's going on n***a
Made man moving bitch
Black Haven gang n***a ain’t shit change
Shit still the same

[Chorus]
Whole lotta guala, whole lotta choppas
Yeah, we gotta lotta, lotta damn bottles
Whole lotta guala, whole lotta choppas
Yeah, we gotta lotta, lotta damn bottles
Whole lotta guala, whole lotta choppas
Yeah, we gotta lotta, lotta damn bottles
Whole lotta guala, whole lotta choppas
Yeah, we gotta lotta, lotta damn bottles
Duke Deuce, he got a whole lotta, Triple M’s got a whole lotta
Duke Deuce, he got a whole lotta, Triple M got a whole lotta
Duke Deuce, he got a whole lotta, Triple M got a whole lotta
Duke Deuce, he got a whole lotta, Triple M got a whole lotta

[Verse 2]
Yeah, snapping like a gator on a hater
Imma player from the Himalayas, n***a you a saver I'm a slayer
Got the city on my back like a saddle
Money everywhere I’m at like a shadow
N***a fuck yo fame it don't matter
Throwing money in the club lets battle
Yea, Don't make me send out some soldiers
They will come hunt you just like a vulture
Name another n***a colder
Bitch, I'm from Memphis and I’m taking over
These boys keep fucking my phone up
Don't need no pins bitch I'm not a bowler
God keep [?] feel like the devil just keep getting closer
Run it up, fuck it up, call me up, get her [?], bust a nut [?]
Fuck around I'm a clown
Chop her down hundred rounds all in the fucking Draco
On the gang, hitta gang, shooter gang
With the gang throwing signs out the window
Back that, scratch that, n***a had a set back
But a n***a back like [?]
Think I'm the shit like a fart, I keep the pump like a [?]
Ain't talking bad like [?], I fuck your bitch I'm a boss
Holding it down like an anchor, Black Haven twisting up fingers
They say the city in danger, Duke Deuce keep dropping them
[Chorus]
Whole lotta guala, whole lotta choppas
Yeah, we gotta lotta, lotta damn bottles
Whole lotta guala, whole lotta choppas
Yeah, we gotta lotta, lotta damn bottles
Whole lotta guala, whole lotta choppas
Yeah, we gotta lotta, lotta damn bottles
Whole lotta guala, whole lotta choppas
Yeah, we gotta lotta, lotta damn bottles
Duke Deuce, he got a whole lotta, Triple M's got a whole lotta
Duke Deuce, he got a whole lotta, Triple M got a whole lotta
Duke Deuce, he got a whole lotta, Triple M got a whole lotta
Duke Deuce, he got a whole lotta, Triple M got a whole lotta