Bluffin (feat. Lil Baby)-Gucci Mane&Lil Baby.flac

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