Lyrics Big Ballin Shot Callin' - SWISHAHOUSE

Big Ballin Shot Callin'

Top drops screens on I’m bouncin' big body
12 gauge shotty hittin' licks on my trolley
In and out the line bumper kit gon' recline
You can say I’m on that water cuz I’ve got waves on my mind
I mean on my head
Shit I ride red
I went to Alaska with a candy bobsled
Hardtop double door
Nextel cellular
Law capping boulevard
Speakerphone in my car
In my Lamborghini, eating linguine
I done found a bottle with a ball-faded genie
Palace up in Dallas, fly like Cher
Leader of the pack like that boy Riff Raff
It’s the Big Tike on the mic get throwed
I done took a shit on
Ranch in the stable
Ride got cable
I done pulled a yella broad with a Benz table
Shoulda been a president or a politician
I done threw a fish aquarium in the Expedition
Me and Big Pic, man hol' up
Sittin' on buck in a big trophy truck
Big ballin'
Shot callin'
Bumper fallin'
20 inches crowded
Boppers still call me
Eenie meenie miney mo nigga trunk gon' glow
Acres Home 44 we’re bricked off for sho'
Pin poking my opponents now I’m stretching my cheddar
Lil Yo gripping wood blowing sweets on leather
Hoping thangs get better cuz my paint done got wetter
North side boys with hot lead injectors
Mister bill collector or a Benjamin chaser
Eliminate a penetrator plus I hate a eraser
'sace suit with my gators
Yella bone persuader
Littleist nigga riding big coming in Navigator
Watch me shift the equator
Prime neck
Swishahouse independent diamonds cover my chest
Bezeltynes on fists, 5 points on wrists
X’ing haters off my lists when I’m acking pissed
Grape plush diamonds crush and a Hen' head rush
4 3's making dust as I bounce big buck
In my truck I’m making fakers evaporate
1-on-1 with a thug mayne watch a young nigga celebrate
Fancy clothes, jazzy hoes
Throwed Cee-Lo
Baguettes on my neck you could see with your eyes closed
I’m 20 inches off the ground 3 from the curb
Valated at Red Lobster’s I’m eating mockingbird
Boys’n understand candy Ralph Lauren van
I could catch pneumonia from the ice just on my hand
Trunk be waving like a hand
I’m shooting dice with Donald Trump, Bill Gates and
I practice what I preach like a leach is how I crawl
Like the shit under my dick all I do I ball
Like a, roller coaster I be sitting sideways
Wood strip on they case like Wesley Snipe I got blades
Twin and Little Yo short niggas standing tall
Beating down your block making 'frigerators fall
I mean I break these boys off slamming Cadilac do’s
Up in they face like that’s fo’sho' cuz P.M.G.
acting throwed
Shining cold down south now what you boys all about
Shut your mouth and bitch respect I’m with them G’s from Swishahouse and we got
clout
ride on 3 with Lil Mar' and A.D. from 44 the south peace
H.T.X.
boys plex and get they shirt wet, if they
Disrespect we shut they eyes and leave objects see
My niggas come to wreck against yo blocks we bleed
Me, L.T., hit your cut and grind for cheddar
Call us the fellas hit yo block and chop with Barrettas
Paid forever niggas even hate cuz we clever
Hit the streets like it’s whatever cuz my click still better
Making fetti in these streets putting it down on these tracks
Riding Expedition drops swanging black-on-black
Going, like a star
Sipping, on Barre
Screens, in my car
Lexus, Jaguar
Pulling, off stunts
Shining, gold fronts
Blazing, up these blunts
Shaking, my trunk
Showing, naked spine
Top, let it down
Grape, berry wine
Laying, or reclined
for what’s mine
In the 9−9
Twankies and Vogues
Neon, gon' glow
Pullin' yella ho with the starch in my clothe
Screen, in my Mo'
Chunkin', 4−4
Down to get paid
Crawling, on gray
Hit M.-L.K
On a Sunday
While I parlay
5th wheel gon' lay
How they, gon' act
Make, my trunk crack
Riding, treasure 'lac
With my partner Alleycat
Paint, by the knack cuz I’m balling like that