Call My Bluff lyrics

[Intro]
(FBEAT go crazy)
Hmm
Baow, baow, baow
FBEAT go crazy
Hmm
(FBEAT producin' all the heat)
Fah-fah-fah
Hmm

[Chorus]
f*ck all my O-P-Ps, hope they D-I-E
I ain't with the lil' pups, b*tch, I'm at the T-O-P
n*gga got his lil' sh*t took, couldn't be me
Heard his lil' song, everything he said was C-A-P
Better watch your mouth, I got n*ggas gon' go for me
Since he actin' tough, we gon' pull up right up on him and see
Ain't no back and forth, we gon' keep that sh*t right in the street
Six figures up, who gon' call my bluff?

[Verse 1]
Catch him at night, at that light, like Tupac, we gon' hit him up
We stripped him for his sh*t, now is time to split the chilli up
Wait, what you do? Not sh*t, so you ain't gettin' nothin'
Pressured up and asked me for a fade, pulled out a big gun
It can't even fit up in the stash, call it Big Pun
Real nasty b*tch, when I hit it, she don't even run
I don't wanna hit your 'Wood, 'causе that sh*t is bunk skunk
I don't wanna f*ck your b*tch, 'cause that b*tch is bunk skunk (That b*tch is bunk)
b*tch, I'm trophied up, jointed up, bеtter not f*ckin' touch
Act tough if you want, put you in the f*ckin' dust
Last n*gga got spanked for tryna pull that same stunt
Hmm, I was thirteen with a big gun (Yeah, yeah)
If I'm a lil' boy, then why you f*ckin' run? (Yeah, yeah)
I'm a f*ckin' trophy just like my son (Yeah, yeah)
Maserati truck, n*gga, catch up (Yeah, yeah)
I'm jointed up now, f*ck next up (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
f*ck all my O-P-Ps, hope they D-I-E
I ain't with the lil' pups, b*tch, I'm at the T-O-P
n*gga got his lil' sh*t took, couldn't be me
Heard his lil' song, everything he said was C-A-P
Better watch your mouth, I got n*ggas gon' go for me
Since he actin' tough, we gon' pull up right up on him and see
Ain't no back and forth, we gon' keep that sh*t right in the street
Six figures up, who gon' call my bluff?

[Verse 2]
f*ck all my opps, all them n*ggas can die tonight
Car wouldn't start, told my Tinys just take the bike
Mark in the park, I witness him get slapped twice
For what, though? Tryna cheat the homies with some trick dice
I got real killers on my side, better think twice
I just hit a b*tch that look just like Left Eye
I'm a real Crip, I know you see it on my left side
She couldn't act right, so I had to leave the b*tch behind
n*gga died in the street, threw up the wrong signs (Yeah, yeah)
"I ain't doin' no time for another n*gga crime" (Yeah, yeah)
What the f*ck? You sound like a b*tch (Like a b*tch)
What the f*ck? This n*gga probably snitch (He probably snitch)
Tie him up and throw him in the ditch (Put him in the ditch)
b*tch, I'm Shawn Michaels with the kick (Free Johnny Rose)
n*ggas really clowns, It (It)
Pressured up by me, when I came around, he hit his b*tch
[Chorus]
f*ck all my O-P-Ps, hope they D-I-E (FBEAT go crazy)
I ain't with the lil' pups, b*tch, I'm at the T-O-P
n*gga got his lil' sh*t took, couldn't be me
Heard his lil' song, everything he said was C-A-P
Better watch your mouth, I got n*ggas gon' go for me (FBEAT producin' all the heat)
Since he actin' tough, we gon' pull up right up on him and see
Ain't no back and forth, we gon' keep that sh*t right in the street
Six figures up, who gon' call my bluff?