Gwali Guys - My Style Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah
My style, my style
My style, my style
My drip, like how
My wrist, bling-blow
My style, my style
My style, my style
My chain, like Nile
My rate, a thou
My style, my style
My style, my style
My drip, like how
My wrist, bling-blow
My style, my style
My style, my style
My chain, like Nile
My rate, a thou
My style, my style
My style, my style
Pull up to the scene get wowzers
Hating ass niggas turn sour
Ferragamo holding up my trousers
Tell lil shorty go and bring the bottles
Rozay popping, we all popping
Rozay popping, Rozay poppin, Rozay
Uh. yeah get wowzers
Me and my niggas get wowzers
Dress to impress, say it louder
Gwali stay ready, f*ck around and get devoured
Like Boog
Like TMC Boog
TMC Nip and Boog
Bitch we could
My style, my style
My style, my style
My style, my style
My style, my style
My drip, like how
My wrist, bling-blow
My style, my style
My style, my style
My style, my style
My style, my style
My style, my style
My style, my style
My chain, like Nile
My rate, a thou
My style, my style
My style, my style
I fly, I flutter
I slide like butter
Fit 20 bad hoes in a Hummer
I open the door they come out in a cluster
She loving the way that I drip so I'm putting my headlights all over her bumper
These niggas be missing they shot so like NBA 2K just switch up the jumper
With all of this fur on my body I swear it look like I done came out the jungle
This Dolce Gabbana with Balenciaga put pieces together like puzzles
This gold on my teeth talking loud when I speak cause it cost me too much just to mumble
I'm spending it all like today Ima fall cause I never had shit when I struggled
Aye lemme hear that back