Baller of the Year

Lyrics

[Intro] Hahaha... Yeah, I know y'all know it This the definition of baller Nigga you don't know what balla mean muthafucka, you ain't true to the muthafuckin' game You know how it's going down Haha I guess we gotta tell you motherfuckers right now Tell me what you did... [Verse 1] I hear my conscious callin', infected fiends fallin' Bootleggin'-ass boppers up the street ballin' But, uh, fuck that fuck that, cause I wanna ball too And bars and pussy is the wrong thing you can fall to Trick nigga, get it in nigga, and a quick trigger .45 at your eyes, chrome to the dome, now how the fuck you figure? Gold and platinum, I rat-tat-tat 'em, then jack 'em Them jiggity-jump, my boys be coming but I gots the gat at 'em Took a trip to hell, watch me bail bad Because the devil is a broke busta' on his back selling crack Bury E like a G with a few kilos A pint of syrup to calm my nerves and some fuckin' primos But [?], there's different levels of my life Who know where ya goes when the horn blows white Give me a meal, a place to chill, and tell my mama I'ma call her It's going down in H-Town, I'm nothing but a baller [Verse 2] The second verse is your worst, so hop your ass in the hearse Late-night stalker, pimp-shit talker, pursuing more than your purse Can I ever come fake? Naw, I fuck around and make y'all Shoot them dice on thin ice, so think twice cuz I'm break y'all I'm so proper, call a doctor cuz I'm 'bout to fade you now Smoke a dip and tote a clip when player haters come round Run one down, grab a gun now, I bet it ain't too fun now 17 slugs and 21 thugs chasing your ass up 'til sundown With a, .380, how shady can the game get I'm coming up with that extra clip so watch this nigga just aim, bitch And let it out, you respectin' the Glock Late night, that bank is tight and I'm connectin' them dots And in my hand is the Tec, with "God Bless" on my neck I'm full of that slow green and codeine, ain't hard to play with a full deck So fuck this shit, I'm real with the steel, now can you call her? To make my bail, I'm in hell, as nothing but a baller