Bluffin (feat. Lil Baby) (Explicit)

Bluffin (feat. Lil Baby) (Explicit) - Gucci Mane/Lil Baby

Lyrics by：Radric Davis/Zachary Mullet/Liam McAlister/Alfredo Matteucci/Indyah Mcalister/Dominique Jones

Produced by：Kutta Beatz/LMC/Square

Kutta cut that **** up man

Switch the weather 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

Shroom 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-a*s actors

Or rappers or whatever you call yourself

I got five cellphones tell them niggas to call my bluff

That lit **** I don't post I can't show them folks all of this stuff

Tighten up the business I done killed and been ballin' it up

Older niggas postin' motivation they holdin' they nuts

Keep the windows clear so them p***y niggas can see the guts

Cutlass 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 film

We came through a hundred deep I seen you with your boyfriend

Horse playin' I was in a 'Rari

I was with a barbie I had on Marni

I call her Lori my new-new yeah-yeah my boo

**** 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 leave the wrong way

I tried to lead by example helped everybody get money

I quit lean and stopped gamblin' I'm an ex-c*****e junkie

Lean

Stayed in motels with my family

And did pushups with my bunky

Used to work up off my brother 'nem

But I ain't never been no flunky

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 no I 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

Miami 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

It's been eighteen years 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 do nothin'

Nigga gon' throw they hand in and stop all that bluffin'

It's Gucci