Gucci Mane – Bluffin Lyrics (feat. Lil Baby)

Bluffin Lyrics by Gucci Mane Feat. Lil Baby

[Intro] Kutta, cut that sh!t up, man

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
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, s3x 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$$ actors
And rappers or whatever you call yourself
I got five cellphones, tell them niqqas to call my bluff
Deletе sh!t, I don’t post, I can’t show them folks all of this stuff
Turnin’ up the business, I donе killed and been ballin’ it up
Older niqqas postin’ motivation, they holdin’ they nuts
Keep the windows clear, so them pu$$y niqqas 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
sh!t 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 niqqas, real bad, everybody act funny
Life a hard pill to swallow, niqqa, everybody gotta stomach
I tried to show niqqas the right way, so everybody’ll be on one

 

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane] 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 niqqa tried me but couldn’t call me, just a young niqqa, they jumped me
One niqqa 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)
niqqas 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)
niqqas sayin’ they did this and that, for me y’all ain’t did nothin’
niqqa gon’ throw they hand in and stop all that bluffin’ (It’s Gucci)