No Bluffin'
Drag
Mhm
(Fuck you know 'bout this nigga)
Woo
(Let's go)
Okay
Okay
Uh huh, yeah
Yeah
Woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo
Ha ha
You want beef I put the bread on the burger
I ain't scared
Plenty bitches tried to threat
But they ain't hurt her
Land of the 4-1-0
Home of the Murder
I'm working working
'Till I'm in that foreign thing swervin' swervin'
Bitch I'm the main attraction
Ain't no time to close the curtains
I ain't come in this bitch to lose
And that's for certain
Trust me all these niggas 'gon choose
And I ain't hurting
I know niggas that really 'gon shoot
Really niggas that's murkin'
Fuck it all you dusty bitches on my bucket list
Hot topic got you itching for some coverage
Thick ass you really think that I'ma cover it
All my shit is facts love check your sources
I ain't bluffin' bitch
I was in this bitch cookin' shit fresh out the oven
Wrote a sixteen in sixteen
Bitch it ain't nothing
Slizzed off the Fireball
Straight shots I ain't duckin'
Dickhead I'm Superbad out this bitch
McLovin
Bustin' rhymes like Touch It
Thought about sellin' dimes like fuck it
I pinch nerves I don't pinch a penny
That shit is for the birds bitch
I am high siddity
My mama raised me real slick
I talk real shitty
I guess these broads hating on me 'cause I'm real pretty
Nah I think it's 'cause they bars on like fifty
Pick up the pace bitch you know you ain't fuckin' with me
I got the fuckin' tunnel vision now my palms itching
I shook the game now they singing like Carl
Wishing that they never met me
My shit talking get kind of heavy
Bitch it's deadly
My pull up game strong and my hands real heavy
Ask any bitch that ever met me
Real strategic like the Lucky Number Slevin
Get the reference?
Bitch I'ma drag fuck your preference
Yeah
Let me talk to 'em
Uh
Aye I'm ready go run the money up ain't no bluffin'
Aye my whole team really coming up ain't no bluffin'
Number one only no runner up no discussion
Bitch I'm really what the streets want man stop the fussin'
Aye I'm ready go run the money up ain't no bluffin'
Aye my whole team really coming up ain't no bluffin'
Number one only no runner up no discussion
Bitch I'm really what the streets want man stop the fussin'
Oh yup
Hold up
Fuck that
I'm still goin' in
Still goin' hard
Still got ya bitch mad
Oww
I told y'all ain't no bluffin'
Mhm
(Fuck you know 'bout this nigga)
Woo
(Let's go)
Okay
Okay
Uh huh, yeah
Yeah
Woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo
Ha ha
You want beef I put the bread on the burger
I ain't scared
Plenty bitches tried to threat
But they ain't hurt her
Land of the 4-1-0
Home of the Murder
I'm working working
'Till I'm in that foreign thing swervin' swervin'
Bitch I'm the main attraction
Ain't no time to close the curtains
I ain't come in this bitch to lose
And that's for certain
Trust me all these niggas 'gon choose
And I ain't hurting
I know niggas that really 'gon shoot
Really niggas that's murkin'
Fuck it all you dusty bitches on my bucket list
Hot topic got you itching for some coverage
Thick ass you really think that I'ma cover it
All my shit is facts love check your sources
I ain't bluffin' bitch
I was in this bitch cookin' shit fresh out the oven
Wrote a sixteen in sixteen
Bitch it ain't nothing
Slizzed off the Fireball
Straight shots I ain't duckin'
Dickhead I'm Superbad out this bitch
McLovin
Bustin' rhymes like Touch It
Thought about sellin' dimes like fuck it
I pinch nerves I don't pinch a penny
That shit is for the birds bitch
I am high siddity
My mama raised me real slick
I talk real shitty
I guess these broads hating on me 'cause I'm real pretty
Nah I think it's 'cause they bars on like fifty
Pick up the pace bitch you know you ain't fuckin' with me
I got the fuckin' tunnel vision now my palms itching
I shook the game now they singing like Carl
Wishing that they never met me
My shit talking get kind of heavy
Bitch it's deadly
My pull up game strong and my hands real heavy
Ask any bitch that ever met me
Real strategic like the Lucky Number Slevin
Get the reference?
Bitch I'ma drag fuck your preference
Yeah
Let me talk to 'em
Uh
Aye I'm ready go run the money up ain't no bluffin'
Aye my whole team really coming up ain't no bluffin'
Number one only no runner up no discussion
Bitch I'm really what the streets want man stop the fussin'
Aye I'm ready go run the money up ain't no bluffin'
Aye my whole team really coming up ain't no bluffin'
Number one only no runner up no discussion
Bitch I'm really what the streets want man stop the fussin'
Oh yup
Hold up
Fuck that
I'm still goin' in
Still goin' hard
Still got ya bitch mad
Oww
I told y'all ain't no bluffin'
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Writer(s): Kamaria Hall
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