bluffin

Gucci Mane

(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 th?m folks all of this stuff
Tighten up the business
I don? 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)