Bluffin Lyrics
Switch the weather when I want
We at the other other spot
Me and Brian swappin’ out our jewelry
This another watch
I get all type of bags and
I’m a different hot
Drunk sex on a private jet
This a different hot
I’m wit’ the clappers
Brodie changed his life and 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 n**** 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 n***** ‘posed to motivate you, they holdin’ they nuts
Keep the window clear so them pussy n***** 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 Mari
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 get money
I took off on n***** real bad
Everybody acts funny
Life’s a hard pill to swallow n****
Everybody gotta stomach
I tried to show n***** 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 n***** tried me but couldn’t palm it
Just a young n****, they judge me
One n**** still think he got one up on me but his day still coming
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
I want my M’s up to one, two, three, four, five, one hunnid
I ain’t arguin’ on no internet, I’m not wack, one hunnid
Miami in no shirt just to show off the tats on my stomach
N***** is 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
N***** sayin’ they did this and that for me, ain’t do nothing
N**** gon’ throw they hand in and stop all that bluffin’