Bluff
Hey(Woah)
Hey(Woah)
Okay
Hey(Woah)
Hey(Woah)
Okay
Hey (Ah)
Hey (Ah-Ah-Ahh)
Okay
Hey (Ah)
Hey(Ah-Ah-Ahh)
Okay
I got the Zaza straight out the bag(Woah)
It's leaving you gassed, it's leaving you stuck(Woah)
I got a bitch with a big ole ass(Woah)
When i pull up she just want to... Uhh
Lil nigga talking about all his cash(Okay)
I'm pulling his card, i'm calling his bluff(Hey)
I'm in a coupe, i'm moving too fast
I hope I don't crash then i'm out of luck
Hey(Woah)
Hey(Woah)
Okay
Hey (Ah)
Hey (Ah-Ah-Ahh)
Okay
Hey(Ah)
Hey(Ah-Ah-Ahh)
Okay
Hey(Ah)
Hey(Ah-Ah-Ahh)
Okay
I run up my bag they like "What do you do"
She cutting me off i'm like "Okay it's cool"
I'm smoking the dope I get higher than Zeus
I'm getting the dough if it's wired its cool
Put your trust in that bitch, boy you know that's a shame
This a big body GLE it take two lanes
You know you get cut off you go against the grain
Got a foreign bitch, she came imported from Spain
On a boat, but you know i ain't rocking no Sperry's
God of the war boy I feel like i'm Ares
She just want to fuck cause i'm rocking Amiri's
She rocking a ring, i'm like okay you married
See the pain in my eyes from the shit that I buried
Pour a deuce in a Pineapple Crush got my swervin'
She say i'm cold hearted, I act like this on purpose
Put the gas in my nuts so you know I ain't nervous
We keep niggas out of the loop now
I'm balling like 2008 CP3, you know i got the hoops now
I'm looking like what do it do
I got tats on my body and bitches beside me
I'm feeling like i'm Allen Iverson
All you get is a night, you can not be my wife
Babygirl you know I can't rock with ya
I just want to beat it, no i will not eat it
Like Mountains, i'm climbing on top of her
He keep talking 'bout guap when these bitches around
I look up and down, i'm like "Stop it bruh"
I'm like woah, I get the guap
These niggas mad cause i'm something they not
I pour up a deuce, it's looking like snot
New Porsche 911 came straight off the lot
Hey
Hey
Okay
Hey
Hey
Okay
Hey
Hey
Okay
Hey(Ah)
Hey(Ah-Ah-Ahh)
Okay
I got the Zaza straight out the bag
It's leaving you gassed, it's leaving you stuck
I got a bitch with a big ole ass
When i pull up she just want to... uhh
Lil... talking about all his cash
I'm pulling his card, i'm calling his bluff
Lil nigga talking about all his cash
I'm pulling his card, i'm calling his bluff
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Ah
Ah
Ah
Ah
Ahh
Hey(Woah)
Okay
Hey(Woah)
Hey(Woah)
Okay
Hey (Ah)
Hey (Ah-Ah-Ahh)
Okay
Hey (Ah)
Hey(Ah-Ah-Ahh)
Okay
I got the Zaza straight out the bag(Woah)
It's leaving you gassed, it's leaving you stuck(Woah)
I got a bitch with a big ole ass(Woah)
When i pull up she just want to... Uhh
Lil nigga talking about all his cash(Okay)
I'm pulling his card, i'm calling his bluff(Hey)
I'm in a coupe, i'm moving too fast
I hope I don't crash then i'm out of luck
Hey(Woah)
Hey(Woah)
Okay
Hey (Ah)
Hey (Ah-Ah-Ahh)
Okay
Hey(Ah)
Hey(Ah-Ah-Ahh)
Okay
Hey(Ah)
Hey(Ah-Ah-Ahh)
Okay
I run up my bag they like "What do you do"
She cutting me off i'm like "Okay it's cool"
I'm smoking the dope I get higher than Zeus
I'm getting the dough if it's wired its cool
Put your trust in that bitch, boy you know that's a shame
This a big body GLE it take two lanes
You know you get cut off you go against the grain
Got a foreign bitch, she came imported from Spain
On a boat, but you know i ain't rocking no Sperry's
God of the war boy I feel like i'm Ares
She just want to fuck cause i'm rocking Amiri's
She rocking a ring, i'm like okay you married
See the pain in my eyes from the shit that I buried
Pour a deuce in a Pineapple Crush got my swervin'
She say i'm cold hearted, I act like this on purpose
Put the gas in my nuts so you know I ain't nervous
We keep niggas out of the loop now
I'm balling like 2008 CP3, you know i got the hoops now
I'm looking like what do it do
I got tats on my body and bitches beside me
I'm feeling like i'm Allen Iverson
All you get is a night, you can not be my wife
Babygirl you know I can't rock with ya
I just want to beat it, no i will not eat it
Like Mountains, i'm climbing on top of her
He keep talking 'bout guap when these bitches around
I look up and down, i'm like "Stop it bruh"
I'm like woah, I get the guap
These niggas mad cause i'm something they not
I pour up a deuce, it's looking like snot
New Porsche 911 came straight off the lot
Hey
Hey
Okay
Hey
Hey
Okay
Hey
Hey
Okay
Hey(Ah)
Hey(Ah-Ah-Ahh)
Okay
I got the Zaza straight out the bag
It's leaving you gassed, it's leaving you stuck
I got a bitch with a big ole ass
When i pull up she just want to... uhh
Lil... talking about all his cash
I'm pulling his card, i'm calling his bluff
Lil nigga talking about all his cash
I'm pulling his card, i'm calling his bluff
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Ah
Ah
Ah
Ah
Ahh
Credits
Writer(s): Khalil Lewis
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