Shot Caller lyrics

[Intro: Hella Sketchy]
What, yup
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ghostrage

[Chorus: Hella Sketchy]
He lookin' like a lick, yeah, he lookin' like a stain
I pull up with a stick and you know that sh*t gon' bang
I'm countin' up these bands, so much I might go insane
This is a lifestyle that you just cannot explain
b*tch, you cannot f*ck me, I know you just want some clout
b*tch, you wanna f*ck me? I'll just put it in your mouth
No doubt, I'm a f*ckin' big baller
No doubt, I'm a f*ckin' shotcaller
No doubt, I know you a f*ckin' talker
Where your bread at? You got it from your father, yeah

[Verse 1: Hella Sketchy]
You a f*ckin' lame, please stop callin' on my phone
b*tch, I'm Super Saiyan, I shoot fire, not no chrome
b*tch, I'm gettin' paid just to sit out at my home
In and out of state, b*tch, I'm sittin' on my throne
Sittin' on my throne, b*tch, you know that I'm a king
I just spent ten bands on a f*ckin' diamond ring
Your b*tch tellin' me that she like the way I sing
Your b*tch on my di*k and I like the way she swing, ayy
[Chorus: Hella Sketchy & Rico Nasty]
He lookin' like a lick, yeah, he lookin' like a stain
I pull up with a stick and you know that sh*t gon' bang
I'm countin' up these bands, so much I might go insane
This is a lifestyle that you just cannot explain
b*tch, you cannot f*ck me, I know you just want some clout
b*tch, you wanna f*ck me? I'll just put it in your mouth (Yeah)
No doubt, I'm a f*ckin' big baller (Hah, Rico)
No doubt, I'm a f*ckin' shotcaller (Rico, yeah)

[Verse 2: Rico Nasty]
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 b*tches is rookies
It's a good day if I say so
di*kriders, I really hate those
Be quiet, you ain't gettin' no pesos
No stylist, b*tch, you in the same clothes
No face, case closed
Color diamonds, rainbow
Punish you and they gone
I'm a shotcaller, b*tch, they know
[Chorus: Hella Sketchy]
He lookin' like a lick, yeah, he lookin' like a stain
I pull up with a stick and you know that sh*t gon' bang
I'm countin' up these bands, so much I might go insane
This is a lifestyle that you just cannot explain
b*tch, you cannot f*ck me, I know you just want some clout
b*tch, you wanna f*ck me? I'll just put it in your mouth
No doubt, I'm a f*ckin' big baller
No doubt, I'm a f*ckin' shotcaller