Whole Lotta lyrics

[Intro]
Yo Ali
Aye, aye
Aye
What the f*ck
Aye, aye
b*tch

[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, f*cking on a model, hit em’ with the wand
Call me Harry Potter, n*gga 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*gga, 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 f*cking top dropped, n*ggas still rocking Reebok’s
[?] don't tick-tock, If we don't f*ck with you kick rocks
Triple M got it on lock, [?] he hot
Money [?], hold up f*ck n*gga think not
Made man on some big bucks sh*t
Disrespect get yo head bust b*tch
Watching n*ggas on that suspect sh*t
Hoe tripping shouldn't have f*cked that b*tch
Hot boy on some big tough sh*t
Throwing sets like f*ck yo clique
[?]
n*gga mad cause I f*cked his b*tch
Yeah I told y'all, motherf*cking n*ggas
You already know what's going on
Triple M, Triple M, Triple M n*gga
Broke ass n*ggas can't f*ck with them n*ggas
Yeah b*tch you already know what's going on n*gga
Made man moving b*tch
Black Haven gang n*gga ain’t sh*t change
sh*t 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*gga 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*gga f*ck 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*gga colder
b*tch, I'm from Memphis and I’m taking over
These boys keep f*cking my phone up
Don't need no pins b*tch I'm not a bowler
God keep [?] feel like the devil just keep getting closer
Run it up, f*ck it up, call me up, get her [?], bust a nut [?]
f*ck around I'm a clown
Chop her down hundred rounds all in the f*cking Draco
On the gang, hitta gang, shooter gang
With the gang throwing signs out the window
Back that, scratch that, n*gga had a set back
But a n*gga back like [?]
Think I'm the sh*t like a fart, I keep the pump like a [?]
Ain't talking bad like [?], I f*ck your b*tch 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