Lyrics Bluffin – Gucci Mane ft. Lil Baby
Switch the ‘Rari 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
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 a*s actors
And rappers or whatever you call yourself
I got five cellphones
Tell them n**gas to call my bluff
Delete sh!t, I don’t post
I can’t show them folks all of this stuff
Turnin’ up the business
I done killed and been ballin’ it up
Older n**gas postin’ motivation
They holdin’ they nuts
Keep the windows clear
So them p**sy n**gas can see the guts
Colors, 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 power, I was in a ‘Rari
I was with a barbie, I had on Martin
I call Lauren, my new-new, yeah-yeah, my boo
Sh!t 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 n**gas, real bad
Everybody act funny
Life a hard pill to swallow, n**ga
Everybody gotta stomach
I tried to show n**gas the right way
So everybody’ll be on one
I taught the lead by example
Helped everybody get money
I quit lean and stopped gamblin’
I’m an ex codeine junkie
Stayed in motels with my family
And did pushups with my blanket
Used to work abroad for my brother’nem
But I ain’t never been no flankin’
Some n**ga tried me but couldn’t call me
Just a young n**ga, they jumped me
One n**ga still think he got one up on me
But his day still comin’
I don’t make threats nor 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-hundred
I ain’t arguin’ on no internet
I’m not Wack100
Miami with no shirt just to show off
The tats on my stomach
N**gas 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 somethin’ from nothin’
N**gas sayin’ they did this and that
For me y’all ain’t did nothin’
N**ga gon’ throw they hand
In and stop all that bluffin’
It’s Gucci…
➤ Written by Gucci Mane (Radric Davis), Lil Baby (Dominique Armani Jones), Zachary Mullet, Liam McAlister, Alfredo Matteucci, Indyah Mcalister
Album: Breath of Fresh Air
Produced by Kuttabeatz, LMC, Square
Gucci Mane | Lil Baby | 2023
