Gucci Mane, Lil Baby - Bluffin lyrics

Kutta, 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
Deletе shit, I don't post
I can't show them folks all of this stuff
Turnin' up the business
I donе killed and been ballin' it up


Older niggas postin' motivation
They holdin' they nuts
Keep the windows 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 film
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 the 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)
Miami 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
It's been 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)