Incall Boomin

Lyrics

[Intro] (I'm cured) Ayy [Verse] I just might not stop scammin' 'til I stop breathing He raised his voice, now it's a shoutin' match, my Glock screaming Been got even, I just can't say the same for my demons Yeah, clap his ass on stage like he Rikishi Ironic, all my dogs fat 'cause they got greedy Still ain't nothin' sweet like diabetes, bitch, it's Glock season Yellow thot freaky, left kids everywhere like dashiki Three bitches, one of me, that's 103, I'm Jeezy Smokin' pot, let them rub on me, I'm Genie Up the Glock, let everybody have it likе I'm not stingy Not even mad that you switched, I was good You was sleepin', I ain't trippin', it's alright, I undеrstood Still spinnin' with the wolves, extra pistol in the hood Walk him down, chopper throw up on his soup like The Wood I was throwin' what I could, now I'm blowin' what I should Like R. Kelly, I wish niggas would In a meeting with the label at EMPIRE with the tool Just in case I run into them one broke lil' dudes All this pape', time to give back, might go buy a school All these motherfuckin' bars, need to go buy stools I'm in Rhude actin' rude, play with cards like I do I woke up to bad bitches skinny dippin' in my pool RIP Hutch, VVSs just jitterin' in my jewels Rich nigga, bring your coffin out like chicken noodle soup Huh, paid so many bonds, freed more niggas than Kim Dog, I done went to court for more arms than a rim Bro a killer, told him, "Chill, let's just run up all these M's" Told my shooter, "You don't need no other body," like I'm Tim's Huh, hit the club, snuck the dick in like a film Huh, pull off in a big Benz, they like, "Follow him" Hung up in your bitch face, "Sorry, I stay by the hills" Huh, no service where I'm livin', fell in love with smackin' niggas Lot of niggas mad they finished, braggin' when they had that chicken Can't even trust my doggy, I'm strapped in the bathroom, shittin' Your tape was weak as hell, I ain't give it half a listen Every time your part come on, I skip, I got bad attendance Gon' make my eyelids close, too much cappin' in it Huh, arm to his head just for dabbin' in my business You was freezing, I was in Miami scammin' for the winter Beg you not to push my buttons, I'm like Dexter and his sister Got a model in here suckin' me to death like I can't hear you Huh, workin', doin' outcalls on me like it's prison Mixin' Louis with Givenchy, I be dressin' like a blind man The Glock how I address a nigga, Dennis Rodman Woke up to Cash Apps, oh, that's sweet, I'm on it Let my money get to pilin' like a bee on flowers Make 'em talk to a bullet head, Steve Hightower Just for thinkin' he's a superman, D-wight Howard All I ever really wanted was the peace and power Drippin' sauce, now everybody that was sweet got sour Pull up in a double R, let her suck it for hours I just left the ghost running like I'm Courage the Coward We was in the store punchin', you was with your ho cummin' Jacket twenty-four hundred, mama said it's so ugly All my hoes fled me, now I fear nobody don't love me Bae, I'll fuck around and kill myself if you don't come fuck me Twenty bad bitches on a boat, why I'm so lucky? Think ahead, this the perfect time to start your GoFundMe I been all around the world, but fell asleep in so' studies Even though I rock jewelry, bang hammers, don't judge me I just woke up off a Perc', she still suckin', ho gummy His bitch flexin' four hundred, I know he got no money Ayy, damn, Kidd, you ain't been rappin', Marc? Lowkey, 'cause the hook on me, tryna question mark