Viper - In The Life Of A Baller, Two-Hand Hanger Dunk Caller lyrics

In the life of a baller, shot-caller
Hater staller
In the life of a baller, shot-caller
Hater staller
In the life of a baller, shot-caller
Hater staller
In the life of a baller, shot-caller
Hater staller

I wake up about eleven o'clock
Roll through the hood with the Glock copped
Ready to pop on a busta'
If he wanna test me out
He's a dead ass sucka'
Get me somethin' to eat
It's almost twelve and I'm ridin' one
Ballin' all through the hood
Paper lookin' lovely and it's all good
I step out of my ride to
Get a feel of the asphalt
Haters agg', and it's all they fault
Upset that I'm grindin'
Stangin' and hangin' and major shinin'
But that's the way life goes
And forever, I'm gone be clowning for sho'
So haters, don't holler back
Cause all you gon' see is that drop-top 'Lac

In the life of a baller, shot-caller
Hater staller
In the life of a baller, shot-caller
Hater staller
In the life of a baller, shot-caller
Hater staller
In the life of a baller, shot-caller
Hater staller

Now it's the afternoon
Sippin', leaned back and bumpin' tunes
Too stern while I holler at gals
Tryna see which one gone be my new pal
My game enhanced from swerving on top
Cap back as I move and I win non-stop
Boys froze up, lookin' stunned for real
Man, this right here is chill
Boys sick when they see me ridin' by
Looking like they wanna smoke me
And I know why chrome spinners that fast
Light burn in your eyes as I go past
System booming out of my load
So hard, cars that drive by damn-near explode
That's what I'm talking bout
I'm deep in the game, callin' out shots

In the life of a baller, shot-caller
Hater staller
In the life of a baller, shot-caller
Hater staller
In the life of a baller, shot-caller
Hater staller
In the life of a baller, shot-caller
Hater staller