10kDunkin, 645AR, JWitDaBeam - Bluffin’ lyrics
Austin Alan Rochez
[10kDunkin, 645AR, JWitDaBeam - Bluffin’ lyrics]
Ayy
You play with this shit, you gon' go out bad
That Glock in my jeans
Is gon' make my jeans sag
We'll get that boy touched just like an iPad
Yeah i'm geeked the fuck up, nigga
It ain't nothin'
Twenties, fifties, hundreds
Know I'ma touch it
That nigga ain't with it, he bluffin'
Wake up in the mornin', I'm thumbin'
(Thumbin') know when I walk in the function
I'm clutchin' (I'm clutchin')
Ten toes down, I ain't goin' for nothin'
(Ten toes) i'm that young nigga turned
Nothin' to somethin' (To somethin')
Turned nothin' to somethin'
I ran up them racks (Racks)
I fuck on his bitch
Then I bring her right back (Right back)
In love with the money, yeah, I like to add
(Add)
I caught him in traffic and left him down bad
(F-fa)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
I got three bad hoes on the way
Money make a bitch come when I say
And my bitches gon' get with the clique
Racks go up like the mothafuckin' rain
Foreign ho mix the purp with the lean
She need a Rolex but she don't need a bean
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh why you askin'
Ayy
You play with this shit, you gon' go out bad
That Glock in my jeans is
Gon' make my jeans sag
We'll get that boy touched just like an iPad
Yeah i'm geeked the fuck up, nigga
It ain't nothin'
Twenties, fifties, hundreds
Know I'ma touch it
That nigga ain't with it, he bluffin'
Wake up in the mornin', I'm thumbin'
(Thumbin') know when I walk in the function
I'm clutchin' (I'm clutchin')
Ten toes down, I ain't goin' for nothin'
(Ten toes) i'm that young nigga turned
Nothin' to somethin' (To somethin')
Turned nothin' to somethin'
I ran up them racks (Racks)
I fuck on his bitch
Then I bring her right back (Right back)
In love with the money, yeah, I like to add
(Add)
I caught him in traffic and left him down bad
(F-fa)
You play with this shit, you gon' go out bad
That Glock in my jeans
Is gon' make my jeans sag
We'll get that boy touched just like an iPad
Yeah i'm geeked the fuck up, nigga
It ain't nothin'
Twenties, fifties, hundreds
Know I'ma touch it
That nigga ain't with it, he bluffin'
Wake up in the mornin', I'm thumbin'
(Thumbin') know when I walk in the function
I'm clutchin' (I'm clutchin')
Ten toes down, I ain't goin' for nothin'
(Ten toes) i'm that young nigga turned
Nothin' to somethin' (To somethin')
Turned nothin' to somethin'
I ran up them racks (Racks)
I fuck on his bitch
Then I bring her right back (Right back)
In love with the money, yeah, I like to add
(Add)
I caught him in traffic and left him down bad
(F-fa)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
I got three bad hoes on the way
Money make a bitch come when I say
And my bitches gon' get with the clique
Racks go up like the mothafuckin' rain
Foreign ho mix the purp with the lean
She need a Rolex but she don't need a bean
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh why you askin'
Ayy
You play with this shit, you gon' go out bad
That Glock in my jeans is
Gon' make my jeans sag
We'll get that boy touched just like an iPad
Yeah i'm geeked the fuck up, nigga
It ain't nothin'
Twenties, fifties, hundreds
Know I'ma touch it
That nigga ain't with it, he bluffin'
Wake up in the mornin', I'm thumbin'
(Thumbin') know when I walk in the function
I'm clutchin' (I'm clutchin')
Ten toes down, I ain't goin' for nothin'
(Ten toes) i'm that young nigga turned
Nothin' to somethin' (To somethin')
Turned nothin' to somethin'
I ran up them racks (Racks)
I fuck on his bitch
Then I bring her right back (Right back)
In love with the money, yeah, I like to add
(Add)
I caught him in traffic and left him down bad
(F-fa)