Bluffin (feat. Lil Baby)

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 type of bags in

I'm a different hot

Shroom sex on a private jet

This a different high

I'm with the clappers

Brodie changed his life but he a ex-kidnapper

I ain't tryna go there with you

Weird ass actors or

Rappers or whatever you call yourself

I got five cell phones, tell a **** 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 them, been ballin' enough

Older **** postin' motivation, they holdin' they nuts

Keep the window clear, so them pussy **** can see the guts

Tell us

She thinkin' I'm stubborn

But, baby, I'm the catch

I'll catch up with you when I can

Need a camera crew

Everything we do, it should be on film

We came through a hunnid deep

I seen you with your boyfriend

Horse playing, I was in a 'Rari

I was with a Barbie

I had on Marni

I call her Lori

My new, new

Lil yeah, yeah, my boo

Shit I rap 'bout be all facts

I'm living out my truth

He think he this 'cause he bought that

Bro, I copped her one too

We havin' motion for real

Everybody gettin' money

I took off on **** real bad

Everybody acts funny

Life's a hard pill to swallow, ****

Everybody gotta stomach

I tried to show **** the right way

So everybody leave the wrong way

I tried to lead by example

Helped everybody get money

I quit leanin', stopped gambling

I'm an ex-codeine junkie

Stayed at motels with my family

And did push-ups with my Bunky

Used to work up off my brother and 'em

But ain't never been no flunky

Some **** tried me but couldn't palm it

Just a young ****, they judge me

One **** still think he got one up on me but his day still coming

One **** still think he got one up on me but his day still coming

I just drop bands like commas

Don't even ask me 'bout dead folks, 'cause I ain't got no comment

I want my M's up to one, two, three, four, five, one hunnid

I ain't arguin' on no internet, I'm not Wack100

Miami, no shirt just to show off the tats on my stomach

**** old and broke and out of shape

And sick, makes me vomit

Eighteen years later and my stock still ain't plummet

Had to bet on myself and make somethin' from nothin'

**** sayin' they did this and that for me, ain't do nothin'

**** gon' throw they hand in and stop all that bluffin'