Big Ballin Shot Callin' - SWISHAHOUSE

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