Bluffin chords by Gucci Mane

Key: C# Minor

INTRO:

C#m                           A
Kutta, cut that shit up, man

VERSE:
C#m
Switch the weather when I want, we at the other, other spot
C#m                                                       A
Me and bro ain't swappin' out our jewels, this another watch
A
I get all types of bags in, I'm a different hot
A                                                  C#m
Shrooms, sex on the private jet, this a different high

C#m
I'm with the clappers
C#m
Brodie changed his life but he an ex kidnapper
C#m                               A
Ain't tryna go there with you, weird ass actors
A
And rappers or whatever you call yourself
A                                          C#m
I got five cellphones, tell them niggas to call my bluff



C#m
That lit shit I don't post, I can't show thеm folks all of this stuff
C#m
Tighten up the business, I donе killed and been ballin' it up
A
Older niggas postin' motivation, they holdin' they nuts
A
Keep the windows clear, so them pussy niggas can see the guts

C#m
Cutlass, she thinkin' I'm stubborn
C#m
But, baby, I'm the catch, I catch up with you when I can
A
Need a camera crew, everything we do it should be on film
A
We came through a hundred deep, I seen you with your boyfriend

C#m
Horse playin', I was in a 'Rari, I was with a barbie, I had on Marni
C#m
I call her Lori, my new new, yeah yeah, my boo
      A
Shit I rap 'bout be all facts, I'm livin' out my truth
A
He think he this 'cause he bought that, bruh, I copped bruh one too

             C#m
We havin' motions for real, plural, everybody gettin' money
C#m
I took off on niggas, real bad, everybody act funny
          A
Life a hard pill to swallow, nigga, everybody got a stomach
A
I tried to show niggas the right way, so everybody leave the wrong way



VERSE:
             C#m
I tried to lead by example, helped everybody get money
C#m
I quit lean and stopped gamblin', I'm an ex codeine junkie (Lean)
         A
Stayed in motels with my family and did pushups with my bunky
A
Used to work up off my brother 'nem, but I ain't never been no flunky (No)

             C#m
Some nigga tried me but couldn't call me, just a young nigga, they jumped me
C#m
One nigga still think he got one up on me, but his day still comin' (Wow)
          A
I don't make threats, no, I promise, I just drop bands like commas
 A
Don't even ask me 'bout dead folks, 'cause I ain't got no comment (Yeah)

         C#m
I want my M's up to one, two, three, four, five one hundred (Go)
C#m
I ain't arguin' on no internet, I'm not Wack100 (No)
            A
Miami with no shirt just to show off the tats on my stomach (Man)
A
Niggas old and broke, and out of shape, it sick, make me vomit

C#m
It's been eighteen year later and my stock still ain't plummet
C#m
Had to bet on myself, and made somethin' from nothin' (Yeah)
A
Niggas sayin' they did this and that, for me y'all ain't do nothin'
A
Nigga gon' throw they hand in and stop all that bluffin' (It's Gucci)