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

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

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
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
it’s all good
feel of the asphalt
Haters act, and it’s all they fault
Upset that I’m grinding
major shining
But that’s the way life goes
And forever I’m gone be clowning for show
So haters, don’t holler back
drop-top
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
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
non-stop
Royce rolls up feel
is chill
Boys sick when they see me riding by
Looking like smoking
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