Bluffin (feat. Gucci Mane)
Cutter, cut that shit up, man
Switch the 'rari when I want, we at the other, other spot
Me and bro ain't swappin' out our jewels, this another watch
I get all types of bags in, I'm a different hot
Shrooms, sex on the private jet, this a different high
I'm with the clappers
Brodie changed his life but he an ex kidnapper
Ain't tryna go there with you, weird ass actors
And rappers or whatever you call yourself
I got five cellphones, tell them niggas to call my bluff
Delete shit, I don't post, I can't show them folks all of this stuff
Turnin' up the business, I done killed and been ballin' it up
Older niggas postin' motivation, they holdin' they nuts
Keep the ones as clear, so them pussy niggas can see the guts
Colors, she thinkin' I'm stubborn
But, baby, I'm the catch, I catch up with you when I can
Need a camera crew, everything we do it should be on for him
We came through a hundred deep, I seen you with your boyfriend
Horse power, I was in a 'rari, I was with a barbie, I had on martin
I call lauren, my new-new, yeah-yeah, my boo
Shit I rap 'bout be all facts, I'm livin' out my truth
He think he this 'cause he bought that, bruh, I copped bruh one too
We havin' motions for real, plural, everybody gettin' money
I took off on niggas, real bad, everybody act funny
Life a hard pill to swallow, nigga, everybody gotta stomach
I tried to show niggas the right way, so everybody'll be on one
I taught lead by example, helped everybody get money
I quit lean and stopped gamblin', I'm an ex codeine junkie (lean)
Stayed in motels with my family and did pushups with my blanket
Used to work abroad for my brother'nem, but I ain't never been no flankin' (no)
Some nigga tried me but couldn't call me, just a young nigga, they jumped me
One nigga still think he got one up on me, but his day still comin' (wow)
I don't make threats nor promise, I just drop bands like commas
Don't even ask me 'bout dead folks, 'cause I ain't got no comment (yeah)
I want my m's up to one, two, three, four, five one-hundred (go)
I ain't arguin' on no internet, I'm not wack100 (no)
I'm in here with no shirt, just to show off the tats on my stomach (man)
Niggas old and broke, and out of shape, it sick, make me vomit
Eighteen year later and my stock still ain't plummet
Had to bet on myself, and made somethin' from nothin' (yeah)
Niggas sayin' they did this and that, for me y'all ain't did nothin'
Nigga gon' throw they hand in and stop all that bluffin' (it's Gucci)