Bluffin (feat. Lil Baby)

How do I know when I've reached my end? Cutta, cut that man. Know when I've reached my end? Switch the weather when I want, we at the Other other spot. Me and bro ain't swapping out Our jewels, we mixin' other watch. I get all type of bags in, I'm a Different hop. Shrooms, stacks on the private jet, This a different hop. I'm with the clappers. Brodie changed his life, but he an ex-kidnapper. I ain't tryna go there with you weird actors Or rappers or whatever you call yourself. I got five cellphones, tell a to call my Bluff. Delete on posts, I can't show them folks All of this stuff. Tighten up the business, I Done killed and been ballin' enough. All them 'posed to motivate you, they holdin' they Keep the windows closed so them can't see the Guts and colors. 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 hundred deep, I seen you With your boyfriend. Porsche Pan, I was in a 'Rari, I was with a Barbie, I had on Marni, I call her Lani, my new-new. Yeah, yeah, my boo. When rap, be all facts, I'm leavin' out my truth. He think he this 'cause he bought that, bruh, I copped three, one, two. We havin' motions for real, plural, everybody get Money. I took off on real bad, Everybody act funny. Life a hard pill to swallow, Everybody got a stomach. I try to show the Right way so everybody could run with I tried To lead by example, helped everybody get money. I quit leanin', stopped gamblin', I'm an ex-codeine Junkie. Stayed at motels with my family and did Pushups with my blanket. Used to work and run for my brother and Them, but ain't never been no flanker. Tried me but couldn't pump me, just a young They jump me. One still think he got one Up on me, but his day still comin'. I don't make threats nor promises, I just drop Bags like comets. Don't even ask me about dead Folks 'cause I ain't got no comment. I run my M's up to one, two, three, Four, five, one hundred. I ain't arguin' on no internet, I'm not Wack 100. Miami, no shirt just to show off the Tats on my stomach. Old and broke and out of shape and sick, Make me vomit. It's eighteen years later and my Stock still ain't plummet. Had to bet on myself and made somethin' from Nothin'. Sayin' they did this and that for me Ain't do nothin'. Nigga, go and throw they hand In and stop all that bluffin'. Scoochie.