Baller

(Baller)
(Shot caller)
(Twenty inch blades on the Impala)
(Call her, gettin' laid tonight)
(Swisher rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike)
(Happy Holiday)

By six in the mornin'
I'm fuckin' this bitch to a Drake song (let's go)
And we ain't into saving these bitches
'Cause we ain't the ones with the capes on ('cause we ain't the one with the capes on)
We in the spot throwin' them hunnids, them twenties and fifties (shake it, shake it, shake it)
She shaking that ass, she shaking them titties (shake it)
And know how we rock in the city
I like you enough, you gon' get some new titties (no cap)
And when I walk up in this bitch, I don't go through security
Bro got sitchi (let's go)
Damn lil' brodie, they caught him on camera
He shot and he missed him
Just caught a new case and I'm praying them bitches dismiss it (praying them bitches dismiss it)
Yeah, look
I don't ever go to her block 'cause I know that she mixxy (yeah, know that she mixxy)
Look, and whatever I tell that lil' ho she believe it like Ripley's (let's go)
Tryna stop me when they know I'ma score (yeah)
If she trippin', I just get her Dior (yeah)
She gon' fuck me 'cause she know I'm the boy (know I'm the boy)
Ass so fat, she gotta do that lil' jump to get in them shorts like
I ain't your honor, baby, I won't judge you
I won't take you to court like (I won't take you to court)
But why you fuckin' on that nigga though?
I heard that nigga's a dork (I heard that nigga's a dork)
And when them hittas on your ass, it ain't no mission, abort
In and out you girl, fuckin' all night long
Sweatin' like we playin' sports

(Baller)
(Shot caller)
(Twenty inch blades on the Impala)
(Call her, gettin' laid tonight)
And this shit for the city, nigga (Swisher rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike)
Ayy Wiz, how we on it?

Two bitches lickin' each other while we in the club
'Nother bitch rubbin' her titties, I think I'm in love
Smokin' and drinkin', I'm thinkin' she leavin' with us
Big ol' bag of Kushee in the cut
Put this Casamigos in your cup
Heard this hookah turn you to a slut
Heard you got a few issues with trust
Heard you let 'em look, but they don't touch
I'm in my bag and she in her bag, her friend getting nasty
Right in the club, she wanna suck dick, she leaned over and asked me
I'm breakin' it down and rollin' it up, I'm puttin' that gas in
That face look good, them titties is real, that ass is assin'

(Baller)
(Shot caller)
(Twenty inch blades on the Impala)
Yeah, I like that
(Call her, gettin' laid tonight) yeah
They call me
(Swisher rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike) shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
(Hitmaka)

Ooh (yeah), outta sight
Twenty bands, I ran through (ooh)
Yeah, pussy tight
Tell 'em he can't have you (hey)
Ooh, yeah, outta time
Ooh, ayy, ayy, outta sight
Ooh (yeah), outta sight
Twenty bands, I ran through (ooh)
Yeah, pussy tight
Tell 'em he can't have you (hey)
Ooh, yeah, outta time
Ooh, ayy, ayy, outta sight