Bigg Rocc - Shot Caller lyrics

[Verse 1: MC Ren] n***as in the hood lookin at me crazy Telling n***as that they wanna f** my old lady Same f**ing sh** every day at 8 o'clock n***a start my day off raisin off the co*k I throw the khakis on, with the t-shirt Never knowin when a n***a might hit the dirt I'm thinking, how in the f** can I get high quicker Mix the blunt with some muthaf**in malt liquor These n***as that I love, I don't trust them But I stay close to them - In case I gotta do them We from the same set, but that don't mean sh** no more I be premeditatin with the .44 (.44) My hoe be tellin a n***a to peel they caps back Cause I know where them n***as hide they sh** at sh** be on my mind, return a shot call Broke as f**, it's about to get hot, y'all [Hook: Bigg Rocc] n***as starving while you're home with the mills n***as k**ing while you're doin dope deals Out flossing, throwing 100 $ bills Time to set yo a** up for the k** d**h of a shot caller, who can you trust? It might be your number one n***a that bust A cap, he's the next one to take charge Smoke him and his b**h in his backyard [Verse 2: MC Ren] A n***a sitting on the curb Here that n***a come bumping with the suburb Got my n***as on point, same n***as he be f**in hoes with And rolling up the blunts when he wanna get lit Homie, when that n***a put the mutahf**a in park That's the signal, little n***a, pump three in his heart Don't feel sh**, cause it's real sh**, he a b**h n***as in the hood doing bad while he getting rich Off this sh** we be k**ing n***as for Can't make a move unless this muthaf**a say so n***a, f** that, I'm running this sh** I'mma look him in his eyes when his punk-a** getting hit But if you miss, n***a, I'mma k** you Cause if he get away, muthaf**a, then we all through f** three shots, n***a, add two And handle what the f** you gotta do k** the shot caller [Interlude] Man, you know we been smoking n***as for this muthaf**a This n***a ain't paid us sh**, man (I know, dog) Hold up, hold up, hold up, dog Man, gimme the gat, I - damn Hey n***a, you got my muthaf**ing money? n***a, f** yo money, n***a No n***a, f** you ( *shots* ) Oh sh**, oh sh**... Damn! [Verse 3: Tha Chill] These OG's got me twisted like twizzler Got me heated and hot, and all I'm thinkin is k**in ya Peelin ya cap back, like Starter, fool I'm comin to get you n***as off my block, so I pack a full Glock with big slugs, and you know I buck no doubs Cause you know a n***a steelo, how I did them fools a week ago One week pa**ed, I'm hearin you wanna wet us When you see Ren, Rocc, Tha Chill, you're puttin on the jetters What the f**? These n***as tryin to bust on me? So I'm co*kin up the can and ready to make them do some gas And do some flippin, and all that Cause n***as out here shot call, get they a** jacked And that's the main fact, big payback for you punk muthaf**s Disrespectin the crew, it's mandatory that I buck Ass down from Comptown, Mr. Shot Caller Gonna be a fast faller if he ain't a fast talker Fast walker, or better yet better be a fast runner Chill on the scope with the cannon, finna gun ya Dumpin 9 to the gut like "n***a, what?" This ol' BG big baller, f** the muthaf**in shot caller [Hook: Bigg Rocc] n***as starving while you're home with the mills n***as k**ing while you're doin dope deals Out flossing, throwing 100 $ bills Time to set yo a** up for the k** d**h of a shot caller, who can you trust? It might be your number 1 n***a that bust A cap, he's the next one to take charge Smoke him and his b**h in his backyard