Wanna Be A Balla Lyrics - Singles - Lil' Troy

Wanna be a balla, shot caller 

Twenty inch blades on the Impala 

A caller gettin' laid tonight 

Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike 

I hit the highway, making money the fly way 

But there's got to be a better way 

A better way, better way, yeah ay 

I'm a baller, I'ma twenty inch crawler 

Blades on Impala, diamond Rottweiler 

I-10 hauler, not a leader, not follower 

Break these boys off, I'm a twenty inch crawler 

Bust a left, a right, I'm outta sight, I'm throwed 

I'm bouncin off the road, I'm in a modem with them fo' dem 

Tiny tune, hop out my big body form 

Chain with the Chong, can't forget Moet along 

I'm hot, find me lookin' good, diamonds against my wood 

Man, it's understood, got money in my hood 

I'm pushing, big body can't stop me 

For the nine eight got to sell a million copy 

I'ma crawl slow puffin' on the Optimo, hit the sto' 

I'ma go real slow, puffin indo out the do' 

I'ma lit the stash green, man I'm lookin' clean 

Want remote control screens with ice bezeltynes 

Wanna be a balla, shot caller 

Twenty inch blades on the Impala 

A caller gettin' laid tonight 

Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike 

I hit the highway, making money the fly way 

But there's got to be a better way 

A better way, better way, yeah ay 

Big ballin', smashin', makin' my ends 

Smokin' big killa, gettin' high in the Benz 

Big ballin', smashin', makin' my ends 

Smokin' big killa, gettin' high in the Benz 

In the wind, smoke goes as I crawl down on Vogues 

Twenty Lorenzo, smoke all up in my nose 

Yo' eyes, get froze, as you see my low 

Candy red, two do', let my top down slow 

Hittin' my remote, sittin' in my shit 

Presidential V-12 with that AMG kit 

It don't quit, as I get high 

From K.C. to H-Town, connectin' SouthSide 

Now we worldwide, watch me high side 

Fat Pat blowin' killa, can't be denied 

187 thugs, oh yeah, we got love 

Blowin' sticky green we flow through and above 

Wanna be a balla, shot caller 

Twenty inch blades on the Impala 

A caller gettin' laid tonight 

Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike 

I hit the highway, making money the fly way 

But there's got to be a better way 

A better way, better way, yeah ay 

Sittin' fat down south, rollin' Benz on blocks 

Mo' scrilla I got, signin' with Shortstop 

And that's for real, so tell me how you feel 

To make a million dollars out my first record deal 

Shortstop, puttin' up your motherfuckin' ear 

Really really don't give a fuck and I ain't drinkin' on no beer 

Codeine what I sip, pistol grip when I ride 

Trunk hit fo' life, baby, it's SouthSide 

We on a fuckin' mission, Expedition Navigator 

That's how we be ridin', alligator suitcasin' 

Puttin' it in your face and that's for real 

Shinin' harder than the grill, it's the player Lil' Will 

Down with the 2-Low, Yungstar be a thug 

So nigga, nigga what? I'm down with Mo'Thugs 

Mo'Thugs an' da Bone, you know it's goin' down 

Represent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound 

Wanna be a balla, shot caller 

Twenty inch blades on the Impala 

A caller gettin' laid tonight 

Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike 

I hit the highway, making money the fly way 

But there's got to be a better way 

A better way, better way, yeah ay 

I gots to get better, man, it gots to move on 

Switched from Motorola to a PrimeCo phone 

Broke in two chrome, now you know no dope pigeon 

Used to count my spoke, now these hoes count my inches 

Had to get older, man, it got colder 

I done got grown and got a chip on my shoulder 

Licks in Kuwait, got links in Pakistan 

Boys don't understand virtual reality Caravan 

Double doors, marble floors, naked hoes around me 

Every time I'm comin' out, niggaz they wanna sign me 

Got the Lil' Will diamond grillers [unverified] 

Blaze in the Benz and you can't forget Den-Den 

Boobie diamond rubies, I'm watchin' on a movie 

Drop the top, it's cotton, and you know I'm in a Jacuzzi 

Bourbon and I'm swervin', man, it's getting' hot 

My last name Lemmon, drive my tight'um off the lot, David Taylor 

Wanna be a balla, shot caller 

Twenty inch blades on the Impala 

A caller gettin' laid tonight 

Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike 

I hit the highway, making money the fly way 

But there's got to be a better way 

A better way, better way, yeah ay 

I hit the highway, everything's my way, I parlay 

Everyday all day, ain't no way 

Boys can't stop as I slide through your neighborhood 

Chop, chop, chop, headed straight to the top 

I only play to win, 'bout to close up shop 

Showstoppin' dead end, pimp the pen once again 

Peep the message I send 

Take these levels that you devils can't comprehend 

Big 'bout it Benz as I floss through the south 

Big blue lens now whatcha talkin' about? 

Close yo' mouth as I settle all scores 

Scream and shout my similes and metaphors 

Mansion doors, I constantly close 

All you hoes, go and take off your clothes 

Lord knows, ain't no time to play 

Commence to fuckin' and a suckin' on the H.A.W.K. 

Wanna be a balla, shot caller 

Twenty inch blades on the Impala 

A caller gettin' laid tonight 

Swisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by Ike 

I hit the highway, making money the fly way 

But there's got to be a better way 

A better way, better way, yeah ay