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

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