Wanna Be A Baller Lyrics – Lil Travieso

Wanna Be A Baller Lyrics by Lil Travieso

〈chorus: lil’ troy (sample)〉
Wanna be a baller, 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

Now as i’m chilling, drug dealing
And i’m riding down the block chillin’
Like a villain homie, and you know i can’t stop it
’cause this the parkside gang, and you know how we livin’

Everybody that know me, know that i handle my business
’cause
Getting paid homie, that’s the way
And when it comes to my fettia, i don’t play

We up on monterey and circle, always keeping it active
Catching fades with anybody, ’cause you know it’s just practice
Sell something in my varrio, ‘imma make you pay taxes
If you foo’s want smoke then, lets get it crackin’

I ain’t never ducking fades you already know where i’m at
Posted in the parkside, now what you know ’bout that?
P’s up, hoe’s down, all you busters are some clowns
Everybody better bow down, to the p town

Rest in peace 〈.?.〉, 〈.?.〉, 〈.?.〉, 〈.?.〉
Forever, ese, your memory will live
〈chorus: lil’ troy (sample)〉
Wanna be a baller, 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
〈verse 2: chucho〉
64 impala dreams, with the team rolling supreme

Bet yall wanna be a balla’, so i’m hustling in the streets
Gotta get it homie, i’m a man gotta provide
But if my homies say it’s on, then you know i’m quick to slide
It’s the lifestyle dawg, and you know that we picked it

If somebody wanna trip, then i’ll straight handle my business
Give ’em the digits, i’m from the trenches
With hella ambitions, and where i’m from
When we ride, your either with us or against us

Cruising with the homie havoc, causing static make ’em panic
When we pulled up on the block, with the semi-automatic
It’s a wrap, wrap ’em up homie, put ’em in the trunk
Little leva’s nowadays tryna act all buff

But i got to find my way ’cause i’m running out of time
I know up in my heart that i’m a star bound to shine
And that’s how it is, yeah you know it’s going down
Represent that 8 town

End up lost but never found
Come on
〈chorus: lil’ troy (sample)〉
Wanna be a baller, 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
〈verse 3: lil nate〉
Swisher rolled tight, got me rolling down the highway

This is my life, yeah i’m trying to live it my way
Enemies out, so every night i pray
Fighting with travi, and my heater’s right beside me
Looking for the quick slick that we could’ve hit

Turn my phone off, ’cause my girl wanna trip
I’m all stressed out, i just wanna be rich
Or maybe up in heaven, just smoking on a spliff
I reach for my heat, ’cause there’s hura’s right behind us

I step on the gas and throw my heat acting mindless
I bust my first right, so the hura’s can’t find us
I just got high, so my mouth’s with the dryness
Got me feeling sweaty, ’cause i can’t get cracked

So i hopped out the whip, it was a small grey ‘lac
That’s three whips down, my last one got crashed
And f#ck the fake homies, as a matter of fact
〈chorus: lil’ troy (sample)〉

Wanna be a baller, 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
Like i said before, you already know that i’m down

And if you b#tches can’t swim, then you bound to drown
My name is little travieso, just in case you don’t know
From that big bad insane parkside varrio
Posted up in the park, tryna catch me a mark

I’ll be here all night ese, you know as long as it’s dark
My gun sparks, everytime that i catch a buster
It’s a sur thang’ homie, killing chaps like a hunter
You already know what it is, all the sh#t that i done did

No going back parquero, but it is what it is
This the life that i chose, g#ngb#nging and cracking foes
Getting off on anyone in broad day, i’m on go
f#cking with me little homie, i don’t think you could do it

I’ll drop yo #ss so quick and say 13 with the bullet
’cause you know i will pull it, and lay you right up on yo’ back
This is colorado, ese, where you gotta pack a strap
〈chorus: lil’ troy (sample)〉

Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty inch blade-
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Lil Travieso Lyrics – Wanna Be A Baller

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Wanna Be A Baller