Shot Caller
[Intro: Don Zio P]
Chillshump on the beat! Chill-chill-chillchillchill
Baller, ball...Yeaaahhhhhh!

[Chorus: Don Zio P]
Bang, bang! (Bang, bang!)
Big baller, (Yeah!) shot caller (Uh)
And I’m finna take a date with your daughter
Uh, and I can swerve out the whip, know you hear bout the kid, hey!
Bang, bang! (Bang, bang!)
Big baller, (Yeah!) shot caller (Uh)
And I’m finna take a date with your daughter
Uh, and I can swerve out the whip, know you hear bout the kid, hey!

[Verse 1: Elvisious]
C-C-Come fuck with me we keep it real
I used to rob and steal
Maybe touch the steele
But now I'm chillin, said I’m chillin
King of the hill
Don't disrespect
I aim for necks, you know I’m next
It’s 8-6-0 until my death
Use my mic to manifest
I want the world and nothin’ less
They told me “Say it with your chest”
I told em “Cool, calm, collect”
Collect the checks and then invest
Better yet, prayed to God to bless the set
Promise I’ll make my city proud
Hit the top and never lookin’ down
Grab the crown and turn around then share the luxury to Middletown
Whoever doubted, bet they feeling stupid
Same ones who hated most gunna play my music
This the movement, watch me do it
I’m the truest and this proves it, used pull up in the Buick
Leaking fluids, now I'm fluent
In my lyrics, Soon I’m pullin' up
Inside that lyre jet, future clearest
Make 'em feel it, wanna hear 'em
Make 'em scream it in that ear drum
Shit’s amazing yeah!
[Chorus: Don Zio P]
Bang, bang! (Bang, bang!)
Big baller, (Yeah!) shot caller (Uh)
And I’m finna take a date with your daughter
Uh, and I can swerve out the whip, know you hear bout the kid, hey!
Bang, bang! (Bang, bang!)
Big baller, (Yeah!) shot caller (Uh)
And I’m finna take a date with your daughter
Uh, and I can swerve out the whip, know you hear bout the kid, hey!

[Verse 2: Elvisious]
You know I'm 'bout my profit
I like expensive objects
Yeah that's some shit that me and lames just never had common
Yeah you should check the climate
You'll see that I'm the hottest
Life was full of obstacles
But you know I had to climb it
Luxury is never handed to ya
But you try your best to flex and always bomb
So I guess I gotta hand it to ya
Cause you got charisma
Pushin’ people out the way to get in IG pictures
How bout you get a bag or somethin’
Get a bitch you buggin’
Pull up in a function I ain’t bringin’ nothin
But you know I leave with somthin’
Who could fuck wit, music bumpin’
Trouble huntin’ steady stuntin’
Yeah I'm everything you knew you wasn't
People love it and this proves it
Used pull up in the Buick
Leaking fluids, now I'm fluent
In my lyrics, soon I’ll pull up
In that lyre jet, future clearest
Make 'em feel it, wanna hear 'em
Make 'em scream it in my ear drum
We was patient, now we gettin’ payment
Shit is too amazing yeah!
[Chorus: Don Zio P]
Bang, bang! (Bang, bang!)
Big baller, (Yeah!) shot caller (Uh)
And I’m finna take a date with your daughter
Uh, and I can swerve out the whip, know you hear bout the kid, hey!
Bang, bang! (Bang, bang!)
Big baller, (Yeah!) shot caller (Uh)
And I’m finna take a date with your daughter
Uh, and I can swerve out the whip, know you hear bout the kid, hey!