Trickz - Baller (feat. YL Cam) Lyrics

I feel like crossing niggas up and doing layups
Drove through the wrong lane tell somebody come and save them
Lead the streets in shooting I'm still waiting for the Lakers
You play for both sides you ain't gang boy you's a trader
All you chase is bitches all I'm worried bout is paper
Do the dash fast hit my line I'll see you later
The critics on my ass about the past man I can't shake them
The pills up in my stash they go too fast man I can't take them
I'm a baller tell the Cavs to sign me
VV's on my necklace leave them shook they way too blinding
Double digit figure on my waist so come and try me
My watch was steady ticking to the top its perfect timing
I had to run it up momma told me get a bag quick
My new girl crazy she more savage than my last bitch
Drop a nigga off to get that bag then make it backflip
Been a walking bucket there's no reason for a practice
Drip down in designer Jitta go and get ya roll on
Groupie girls get at me they ain't even got no clothes on
Pass them to the bro's and get them back like give and go's huh
We know what we doing there ain't no need for a coach huh
Yea
Something tells me I'm the realest
Forever spoken I can feel it
I've been ballin way above the rim
Yea
I feel like crossing niggas up and doing layups
Drove through the wrong lane tell somebody come and save them
Lead the streets in shooting I'm still waiting for the Lakers
You play for both sides you ain't gang boy you's a trader
All you chase is bitches all I'm worried bout is paper
Do the dash fast hit my line I'll see you later
The critics on my ass about the past man I can't shake them
The pills up in my stash they go too fast man I can't take them
And I knew this from the start you wasn't with me
I ain't never gon forget the way you did me
Loyalty ain't real no more my heart is empty
Gotta keep a glock on me 'cuz niggas envy
I ain't gon stop until we living right
Taking medication 'cuz I love the way I'm feeling right
Told me you loved me don't be playing with my feelings I
Been betrayed and I ain't tryna lose my heart tonight
Yea
I feel like crossing niggas up and doing layups
Drove through the wrong lane tell somebody come and save them
Lead the streets in shooting I'm still waiting for the Lakers
You play for both sides you ain't gang boy you's a trader
All you chase is bitches all I'm worried bout is paper
Do the dash fast hit my line I'll see you later
The critics on my ass about the past man I can't shake them
The pills up in my stash they go too fast man I can't take them
Something tells me I'm the realest
Forever spoken I can feel it
I've been ballin way above the rim
Yea