"Incall Boomin" lyrics
(I'm cured)
Ayy
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 like I'm not stingy
Not even mad that you switched, I was good
You was sleepin', I ain't trippin', it's alright, I understood
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
Ayy
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 like I'm not stingy
Not even mad that you switched, I was good
You was sleepin', I ain't trippin', it's alright, I understood
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
