CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Bluff
Hey
30
Rico what up bro
Whoa, whoa, hey
Boy you ain’t making or talking no money, really, what can you say to me
I get the cake when its straight out the oven, ice my neck like the bakery
They really be shook, never do nothing, they just got a lot to say to me
You lied for the book, we knew you was bluffing
You don’t really wanna play with me
Last year we was hitting them licks, you n***as still ain’t have sh*t
Worried about the next man and his chips, n***a you sound like a b*t*h
I’m getting rich off of making these hits, used to make a pack flip
Hop out some sh*t you ain’t know it exists, I was with an actress
n***as ain’t spinning no blocks
These n***as ain’t tote with no chops
I gotta run from the cops, these n***as be running from ops
I hit a jug on they block
These n***as they playing they block
I do this sh*t for my block and I do the sh*t for D-Block
And I gotta get to the guwop, my n***as be trapping a lot
Just get to the money don’t play with me, these n***as don’t have the same energy
They only play tuff of the hennesy, split through your sides like 30 deep
Got a new clip it’s a 30 piece
When this b*t*h shoot Steph Curry heat
And you pu**y n***as can't lie to me, on point come and try me
Way drive where I be, with the 30 gang right beside me
On the corner store with the ID
Got the good work call me Papi, I don’t find fiends man they find me
And I got it lit like a hobby
30
Rico what up bro
Whoa, whoa, hey
Boy you ain’t making or talking no money, really, what can you say to me
I get the cake when its straight out the oven, ice my neck like the bakery
They really be shook, never do nothing, they just got a lot to say to me
You lied for the book, we knew you was bluffing
You don’t really wanna play with me
Last year we was hitting them licks, you n***as still ain’t have sh*t
Worried about the next man and his chips, n***a you sound like a b*t*h
I’m getting rich off of making these hits, used to make a pack flip
Hop out some sh*t you ain’t know it exists, I was with an actress
n***as ain’t spinning no blocks
These n***as ain’t tote with no chops
I gotta run from the cops, these n***as be running from ops
I hit a jug on they block
These n***as they playing they block
I do this sh*t for my block and I do the sh*t for D-Block
And I gotta get to the guwop, my n***as be trapping a lot
Just get to the money don’t play with me, these n***as don’t have the same energy
They only play tuff of the hennesy, split through your sides like 30 deep
Got a new clip it’s a 30 piece
When this b*t*h shoot Steph Curry heat
And you pu**y n***as can't lie to me, on point come and try me
Way drive where I be, with the 30 gang right beside me
On the corner store with the ID
Got the good work call me Papi, I don’t find fiends man they find me
And I got it lit like a hobby
