Bluffin - Gucci Mane ft. Lil Baby

(Kutta, cut that shit 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-ass actors

Or rappers or whatever you call yourself

I got five cellphones, tell them niggas to call my bluff

That lit shit 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 pussy 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

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 leave the wrong way

I tried to 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 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)