Viper - In the Life of the Top-Choice Assassin lyrics
[Viper - In the Life of the Top-Choice Assassin 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 baller, hater staller
In the life of a baller
Shot-caller, hater staller
I wait for rolling through the hood with
The Glock popped ready to pop on a bustler
If he wanna catch me out
He's dead ass sucker
Get me something to heat
It's almost twelve and I'm riding one hit
Balling all through the hood
Where it's all good i step out of my ride to
Get a feel of the asphalt
Haters act, and it's all they fault
Upset that I'm grinding
Standing and then hanging in
That major shining
But that's the way life goes
And forever I'm gone be clowning for show
So haters, don't holler back
Cause all they gon' see is that drop-top van
Now it's the afternoon
Sipping lean back and bumping tunes
While I holler at gals
Gonna see which one gonna be my new pal
My game enhanced from swerving on top
And back as I move and I win non-stop
Royce rolls up real is chill
Boys sick when they see me riding by
Looking like they wanna smoke me
And I know why is like so fast
Light burn in your eyes as I roll past
System booming out of my load
So hard cars that drive by nearly explode
That's what I'm talking bout
I'm deep in the game, calling 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
Shot-caller, hater staller
In the life of a baller
Shot-caller, hater staller
In the life of a baller
Shot baller, hater staller
In the life of a baller
Shot-caller, hater staller
I wait for rolling through the hood with
The Glock popped ready to pop on a bustler
If he wanna catch me out
He's dead ass sucker
Get me something to heat
It's almost twelve and I'm riding one hit
Balling all through the hood
Where it's all good i step out of my ride to
Get a feel of the asphalt
Haters act, and it's all they fault
Upset that I'm grinding
Standing and then hanging in
That major shining
But that's the way life goes
And forever I'm gone be clowning for show
So haters, don't holler back
Cause all they gon' see is that drop-top van
Now it's the afternoon
Sipping lean back and bumping tunes
While I holler at gals
Gonna see which one gonna be my new pal
My game enhanced from swerving on top
And back as I move and I win non-stop
Royce rolls up real is chill
Boys sick when they see me riding by
Looking like they wanna smoke me
And I know why is like so fast
Light burn in your eyes as I roll past
System booming out of my load
So hard cars that drive by nearly explode
That's what I'm talking bout
I'm deep in the game, calling 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