Boosie Badazz - I Don't Call Phones I Call Shots lyrics
[Boosie Badazz - I Don't Call Phones I Call Shots lyrics]
(What up B Real)
I don't call phones, I call shots
I don't call phones, I call shots yeah
First and last time speaking on this yeah
Boosie, been a dog
I'm lethal like that fentanyl
And anybody standin' up, they gon' fall
(Shit, we 'bout spinnin' dawg)
General behind the wall
My blitz is never talked about
Fresh when I be steppin' out
And I'm solid as a fuckin' rock
That ain't how I fuckin' rock
I'm stickin' to the code, youngin
If you felt that way
Why you ain't call me on my phone number?
Bitch you know you wrong
Clearin' all these niggas songs
Don't wan' clear a nigga song but
Fakin' like you a nigga dawg
That's that fake shit
Don't speak on me no more
Lil' nigga, you know that I don't go for that
Let's keep it real, dawg
You was a ho for that
Baby mama playing them people
Everybody wanna talk a lot
Tour dudes tryna lock me up
And they rappin' for this fuckin' cop
Damn, I don't give a damn, bitch
I'm countin' money, fuckin' bitches
Ducking Uncle Sam
Callin' shots, it's the man
They were tryna slam us
Now we spinnin' on 'em, winnin' on 'em
Throwin' money out the Lamb' truck
Bust all on that bitch face and
Told she was sucking me
And I fucked her girlfriend
That city boy just up in me
Got billionaires hatin'
I can't even post my product
Think I'm finna stop sayin'
"Fuck Zuck!" Well nigga, good luck
See them niggas in the back
Strap? They got they hood on me
I can call a shot right now in that back
And get you put on
Bitch, I’m hustling, gettin' the bag in
And I'm really tired of rappin'
Four million, one movie
I don't really need a backend
Bitch, I'm pressure, alcoholic pressure
Boosie boys on the freeway
(after hour pressure) we be outside
And I ain't never hit the top
My spot was always pushed away
No front covers on no magazine
But I'm still hot today
Huncho, who's fuckin' with a Huncho? (Huncho)
Certified stepper, with the mind of a Narco
So here before my Narco
My lil' niggas pop them car doors
For everybody out there callin'
Shots, off top, free Chapo
I don't back down, I'm a tiger
(I'm a tiger, nigga)
Lotta stripes on me like a tiger
(I strike a lighter)
(Boo, boo, boo) What the fuck is that?
(Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah
Rrah) That's me callin' shots
(Boo, boo, boo) What the fuck is that?
(Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah
Rrah) That's me callin' shots
(Boo, boo, boo) What the fuck is that?
(Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah
Rrah) That's me callin' shots
I don't call phones, I call shots
Here before the shot caller across the world
Every hood got a shot caller, nigga
You don't call phones, you call shots
(Believe that)
I don't call phones, I call shots
I don't call phones, I call shots
I don't call phones, I call shots
I don't call phones, I call shots yeah
First and last time speaking on this yeah
Boosie, been a dog
I'm lethal like that fentanyl
And anybody standin' up, they gon' fall
(Shit, we 'bout spinnin' dawg)
General behind the wall
My blitz is never talked about
Fresh when I be steppin' out
And I'm solid as a fuckin' rock
That ain't how I fuckin' rock
I'm stickin' to the code, youngin
If you felt that way
Why you ain't call me on my phone number?
Bitch you know you wrong
Clearin' all these niggas songs
Don't wan' clear a nigga song but
Fakin' like you a nigga dawg
That's that fake shit
Don't speak on me no more
Lil' nigga, you know that I don't go for that
Let's keep it real, dawg
You was a ho for that
Baby mama playing them people
Everybody wanna talk a lot
Tour dudes tryna lock me up
And they rappin' for this fuckin' cop
Damn, I don't give a damn, bitch
I'm countin' money, fuckin' bitches
Ducking Uncle Sam
Callin' shots, it's the man
They were tryna slam us
Now we spinnin' on 'em, winnin' on 'em
Throwin' money out the Lamb' truck
Bust all on that bitch face and
Told she was sucking me
And I fucked her girlfriend
That city boy just up in me
Got billionaires hatin'
I can't even post my product
Think I'm finna stop sayin'
"Fuck Zuck!" Well nigga, good luck
See them niggas in the back
Strap? They got they hood on me
I can call a shot right now in that back
And get you put on
Bitch, I’m hustling, gettin' the bag in
And I'm really tired of rappin'
Four million, one movie
I don't really need a backend
Bitch, I'm pressure, alcoholic pressure
Boosie boys on the freeway
(after hour pressure) we be outside
And I ain't never hit the top
My spot was always pushed away
No front covers on no magazine
But I'm still hot today
Huncho, who's fuckin' with a Huncho? (Huncho)
Certified stepper, with the mind of a Narco
So here before my Narco
My lil' niggas pop them car doors
For everybody out there callin'
Shots, off top, free Chapo
I don't back down, I'm a tiger
(I'm a tiger, nigga)
Lotta stripes on me like a tiger
(I strike a lighter)
(Boo, boo, boo) What the fuck is that?
(Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah
Rrah) That's me callin' shots
(Boo, boo, boo) What the fuck is that?
(Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah
Rrah) That's me callin' shots
(Boo, boo, boo) What the fuck is that?
(Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah
Rrah) That's me callin' shots
I don't call phones, I call shots
Here before the shot caller across the world
Every hood got a shot caller, nigga
You don't call phones, you call shots
(Believe that)
I don't call phones, I call shots
I don't call phones, I call shots