BALLER

[Intro: Lil' Troy & Yungstar]

Baller, shot caller

Twenty-inch blades on the Impala

Call her, gettin' laid tonight

Swisher rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike (Happy holiday)

Green, man, I'm lookin clean

Want remote control

Green, man, I'm lookin clean

Want remote control

Green, man, I'm lookin clean

Want remote control

Green, man, I'm lookin clean

Want remote control

[Verse 1: Neek Bucks]

By six the morning, I'm fuckin' this bitch to a Drake song (Let's go)

But we ain't into saving these bitches 'cause we ain't the ones with the capes on ('Cause we ain't the ones with the capes on)

We in the spot, throwin' them hundreds, them twenties, them fifties (Shake it, ayy, shake it)

She shakin' that ass, she shakin' them titties (Shake it)

And nah, we rockin' the city, I like you enough, you gon' get some new titties (No cap)

And when I woke up in this bitch, I don't go through security, bro got the section (Let's go)

Damn, lil' brodie, they caught him on camera, he shot and he missed 'em (Ah, ah)

Just caught a new case and I'm prayin' them bitches dismiss it (Prayin' them bitches dismiss it)

Yeah, look, I don't ever go to her block 'cause I know that she mixy (Yeah, know that she mixy)

Look, and whatever I tell that lil' ho, she believe it like Ripley (Let's go)

Tryna stop me when they know I'ma score (Yeah)

If she trippin', I just get her Dior (Yeah)

And she gon' fuck me 'cause she know I'm the boy (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—)

And when them haters on your ass, it ain't no mission abort

In and out you, girl, fuckin' all night long, sweatin' like we playin' sports (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Lil' Troy & Neek Bucks]

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 (Yeah, yeah, and Wiz, how we on it?)

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]

Two bitches lickin' each other while we in the club

'Nother bitch rubbin' her titties, I think I'm in love

Smokin' and drankin', I'm thinkin' she leavin' with us

Big ol' bag of kush, she in the cut

Put this Casamigo 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 gettin' 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'

[Chorus: Lil' Troy, Wiz Khalifa & Chrishan]

Baller, shot caller (Hahaha)

Twenty-inch blades on the Impala (Haha, yeah, I like that)

Call her, gettin' laid tonight (Yeah, they called me)

Swisher rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike (Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it)

Hitmaka

[Verse 3: Chrishan]

Ooh (Ayy, yeah), out of sight

Twenty bands I ran through (Ooh)

Yeah, pussy tight

Tell him he can't have you (Ayy), oof, yeah, out of time

Ooh (Ayy, ayy), out of sight

Ooh (Ayy), out of sight

Twenty bands I ran through (Ooh)

Yeah, pussy tight

Tell him he can't have you (Ayy), oof, yeah, out of time

Ooh (Ayy, ayy), out of sight