Bluffin

(album: Breath Of Fresh Air - 2023)

Kutta, cut that shit up, man

[Lil Baby:]
Switch the weather when I want, we at the other, other spot
Me and bro ain't swapping out our jewels, this another watch
I get all types of bags in, I'm a different hot
Shrooms, 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
And 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 balling it up
Older niggas posting motivation, they holding they nuts
Keep the windows clear, so them pussy niggas can see the guts
Tell us, she thinking 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 playing, I was in a 'Rari, I was with a barbie, I had on Mari
I call her Lori, my new-new, 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, bruh, I copped bruh one too
We having motions for real, plural, everybody getting 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

[Gucci Mane:]
I tried to lead by example, helped everybody get money
I quit lean and stopped gambling, 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 coming (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 arguing on no internet, I'm not Wack100 (No)
Miami with 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 year later and my stock still ain't plummet
Had to bet on myself, and made something from nothing (Yeah)
Niggas saying they did this and that, for me y'all ain't did nothing
Nigga gon' throw they hand in and stop all that bluffing (It's Gucci)