Shot Caller - Hella Sketchy, Rico Nasty

What, yup

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Ghostrage

He lookin' like a lick, yeah, he lookin' like a stain

I pull up with a stick and you know that shit gon' bang

I’m countin' up these bands, so much I might go insane

This is a lifestyle that you just cannot explain

Bitch, you cannot fuck me, I know you just want some clout

Bitch, you wanna fuck me?

I’ll just put it in your mouth

No doubt, I’m a fuckin' big baller

No doubt, I’m a fuckin' shotcaller

No doubt, I know you a fuckin' talker

Where your bread at?

You got it from your father, yeah

You a fuckin' lame, please stop callin' on my phone

Bitch, I’m Super Saiyan, I shoot fire, not no chrome

Bitch, I’m gettin' paid just to sit out at my home

In and out of state, bitch, I’m sittin' on my throne

Sittin' on my throne, bitch, you know that I’m a king

I just spent ten bands on a fuckin' diamond ring

Your bitch tellin' me that she like the way I sing

Your bitch on my dick and I like the way she swing, ayy

He lookin' like a lick, yeah, he lookin' like a stain

I pull up with a stick and you know that shit gon' bang

I’m countin' up these bands, so much I might go insane

This is a lifestyle that you just cannot explain

Bitch, you cannot fuck me, I know you just want some clout

Bitch, you wanna fuck me?

I’ll just put it in your mouth (Yeah)

No doubt, I’m a fuckin' big baller (Hah, Rico)

No doubt, I’m a fuckin' shotcaller (Rico, yeah)

My money green like snot, bet I make a lot, I call all the shots

Ridin' in a drop, zoomin' past these pussies

My money too tall, you can’t overlook me

I need twenty-thousand dollars cash if you wanna book me

I don’t know how to bake, but you know I’m smokin' on cookies

I’m a MacBook Pro, you bitches is rookies

It’s a good day if I say so

Dickriders, I really hate those

Be quiet, you ain’t gettin' no pesos

No stylist, bitch, you in the same clothes

No face, case closed

Color diamonds, rainbow

Punish you and they gone

I’m a shotcaller, bitch, they know

He lookin' like a lick, yeah, he lookin' like a stain

I pull up with a stick and you know that shit gon' bang

I’m countin' up these bands, so much I might go insane

This is a lifestyle that you just cannot explain

Bitch, you cannot fuck me, I know you just want some clout

Bitch, you wanna fuck me?

I’ll just put it in your mouth

No doubt, I’m a fuckin' big baller

No doubt, I’m a fuckin' shotcaller