Bluffin’ lyrics

[Intro: Eastside Ace]
Whole lotta kill or be killed, n*ggas ain't spin through the ville
Glah
Glah
Look

[Chorus: Eastside Ace]
These n*ggas ain't up (What?)
n*ggas is bluffin'
When I click on your b*tch, keep runnin'
Hop out the back of the van, keep dumpin'
Ain't mine, she ain't mine, ain't cuffin'
Hit it from the back, she love it
f*ck your gang, in the streets, I'm the subject
How you a G and the P know nothin'? Grrah

[Verse 1: Eastside Ace]
See, n*ggas got me back on this rap sh*t
Then outside, we spinnin', who active?
On 5th, my n*ggas be blackin'
You got caught in the Jag, stop chattin'
He dippin', he duckin', like
We gon' see who gon' tag em
If he ain't from the 5th, it get tragic
f*ck a move, got killers, gon' whack em
Bust a jugg, make a move with the gang
Throw up the 2, catch two to thе face
"Oh he the man?" Got nothin' to say
Don't gеt popped trynna box like Zay
BDG, DOA if he jackin' it K
He a shooter if he jackin' my gang
If you ain't let it boom, then move out the way
Flick the switch on the blick, now I'm ootin' for days
[Chorus: Eastside Ace]
These n*ggas ain't up (What?)
n*ggas is bluffin'
When I click on your b*tch, keep runnin'
Hop out the back of the van, keep dumpin'
Ain't mine, she ain't mine, ain't cuffin'
Hit it from the back, she love it
f*ck your gang, in the streets, I'm the subject
How you a G and the P know nothin'? Grrah

[Verse 2: Sha EK]
Gang, gang, gang
I put the O to the Y
I put the O to the G
Everything dead
f*ck the opps
This sh*t ain't nothin' to me
When we hop out, you better run
n*ggas be jackin' its static, but them n*ggas really my sons
Die Y them n*ggas doin' bad
Why the f*ck ya'll be wastin' ya'll time in the stu'?
All of ya'll n*ggas is trash
And I really be lookin' for ya'll pus*y n*ggas who jackin' ya'll smokin' my dead
But these pus*y n*ggas not outside
Hop out, they gotta die
When she ask what I'm smokin', I told that lil' b*tch, "I just be smokin' on Rah"
[Bridge: Eastside Ace]
Like, what?
You n*ggas ain't up
Who have you touched?
Like, we ain't on that
n*ggas is dumb
Ask for your mans, tryna cop him a dutch
Wavin' white flags like, "We had enough"
Catch lil' Bizzy, his ass in a trunk
My shooter get to switchin', no pivot
If his fingers is itchin' he gon' back out the blick, let it dump

[Verse 3: Eastside Ace]
n*ggas is down, n*ggas is what?
Like, I'm checkin' my pockets, I swear that I'm up
I done bended before, I'ma bend it some more
They be teachin' the youngs, "When they up, better duck"
Thinkin' they better, who better than us?
Mention my name 'cause I'm givin' it up
I ain't do it for fame, b*tch, I did it for us
And they been knew my name before he got-

[Chorus: Eastside Ace]
These n*ggas ain't up
n*ggas is bluffin'
When I click on your b*tch keep runnin'
Hop out the back of the van, keep dumpin'
Ain't mine, she ain't mine, ain't cuffin'
Hit it from the back, she love it
f*ck your gang, in the streets I'm the subject
How you a G and the P know nothin'? Grrah
These n*ggas ain't up
n*ggas is bluffin'
When I click on your b*tch keep runnin'
Hop out the back of the van, keep dumpin'
Ain't mine, she ain't mine, ain't cuffin'
Hit it from the back, she love it
f*ck your gang, in the streets I'm the subject
How you a G and the P know nothin'? Grrah
[Outro: Eastside Ace & Sha EK]
Suck my di*k, n*gga
Smokin' on Rah, n*gga
Ay, ya'll, king of The Bronx, King of The Ville, we outside
We outside n*gga, suck my di*k
And we not lackin' n*gga, word to bro