GWA Lyrics (English Translation) – J Balvin, Ryan Castro, Eladio Carrión

Read the full GWA (English Translation) lyrics by J Balvin, Ryan Castro and Eladio Carrión from the album OMERTA along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro]
(??), watch your mouth
The Prodigiez

[Verse 1: J Balvin & Ryan Castro]
We rollin’ deep, but keep it smooth (From Medellín)
Designer on us head to toe, AP watch in my hand too
Straight out the blocks of Medallo (Eh, Ave María)
Came from the bottom, we don’t live that bad life no more (Never, never)
We got the yen, the Nikes, heels clickin’ on the floor (Wuh, ey, ey, ey)
Through the music, we got paid, yeah, we been on top for sure
Cars we push at full speed, spaceships when we soar (Haha)

Never turn the bling down low, and now we here for more (No, no)

[Chorus: Ryan Castro & J Balvin]
In Medallo in the G-Wa
Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa (Tell ’em, Ryan)
With all the baddies in the G-Wa
Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa (Leggo, Omerta Gang)

[Verse 2: J Balvin]
Hop inside the G-Wa, Wa, Wa, yeah, I hopped in the G-Wagon
At the W, one belongs to Balvin, the other one Brabus
Flyin’ out to Japan just to eat that wagyu (Konnichiwa)
Then I’m back to Medayork makin’ toasts, salute (Cheers)
If I ain’t in Medallo (Ey, yeah, yeah), then I’m in London, if not London, then Rome
My family changed my whole life, I became somebody grown (José)
How I flex is different, I don’t talk in digits or commas (Oh, man)
I just sold out stadiums where they don’t know my language, mama (Sa, sa)
Yeah, I only compete against myself (Against myself)
Got a towel, tryna keep this Kiton suit clean as hell (Leggo)
Who told you I would ever fall? That story fake
Way too massive the energy I generate
E-E-E—, haha, hear me, Ryan, when we talk they stay quiet (Shh)
Over here the verses never miss (Never)
Feelin’ like Goku, Super Saiyan (Ah)
Feel like I’m floatin’ through the clouds, my G (Leggo)

Still can’t reach me no matter how hard they tryin’ (Let’s go)
Every time I pull up, they feel it

[Chorus: J Balvin & Ryan Castro]
Yeah, we came through in the G-Wa
Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa
With all the fine girls in the G-Wa
Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa (Yeah, yeah, yeah, ah)

[Verse 3: Ryan Castro & J Balvin]
But in Miami, Lamborghinis, bikes poppin’ wheelies
Girls in bikinis, I’m a demon, I ain’t CHIMI (Ah)
No boss, no owner, we the ones in control
Cadillac all blacked out lookin’ presidential like Donald Trump (Chu-chu)
Yeah, the shine game fully lit (Aha)
Everything I wear is really mine (Yessir)
Anybody talkin’ bad is hurt inside (Aha)
Don’t flex with borrowed things around me, fool
Fake-ass outta nowhere dude (Ah)
Got that 3XL flow, yeah, and they hate it
Could buy every Gucci piece, but today I rocked the TNs
I’m the daddy, I’m the kid, yeah (Ah)
I’m the boss, face up on the posters like Marcelo in the cartel flicks
Don’t need gossip, my whole style is my promotion
When I land inside the Rolex store, it’s only for collection
They watched me makin’ money, almost fell into depression
And I bought a mansion off my very first song’s blessing
Too much money, too much cash, everywhere I go they flash
These clowns in costume talk way more than podcasts
I’m the one, I’m the freak, half a million pinky ring
Cubans matchin’ with the grills, tell me somethin’, you ain’t— yeah

[Verse 4: Eladio Carrión]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
G-Wagon, AMG, Louis V all in the luggage, I can play chess too (Louis V)
She got Chanel up in her purse, the double C backwards too (Damn)
If you saw my closet, you’d tell me: “Ela, slow it down” (Uh)
See the beard and all the money, now they think I’m Arab-bound (Hahaha)
Let her drive, she grabbed the phone and told me: “Film me now” (B!tch)
Tryna get two at once like Ñejo and J Álvarez
When I’m in the G-Wa, one girl from PR, another from RD (Krra!)
I’m in the G-Wa, Wa, ice all over like a shaved ice cart (Mmm)
Rollin’ with my dogs, we pit bulls, you just chihuahuas
Cheerleader, stay watchin’ from the bleachers way behind us
Where’d you buy that fake drip? Was it Alibaba? (Damn)
Chrome chain in the gym, this ain’t no Labubu (No)
Wallet full of blue strips lookin’ just like Blue’s Clues (Money)
Fashion killer, 35 karats out in Harajuku

[Chorus: Eladio Carrión]
Come on, girl, connect the Bluetooth in the G-Wa
Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa
In PR in the G-Wa
Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa, Wa

[Outro]
The Prodigiez