Rawtoon Almighty - Bluffin Lyrics

Yeah, gotta get that poppin' and jumpin' Gotta get this music, yeah, poppin' and jumpin
On that mic my dawg, he ain't sayin' nothin' But this music, man, I gotta get it poppin
And jumpin' On that mic, I know y'all bluffin
I see y'all on the stage, but I'm not hearin' nothin

That shit is trash, my nigga You don't get my attention
I never get to mention Rawgang up in this thing
Switchin' lanes, goin' R's out the window, man
You know we gotta do our thing Especially my nigga, lit up, lit gang

And we all in the coast But the niggas on the coast, they just do
The most On that mic, you ain't sayin' nothin
When it come to this music, I'm tryna get it poppin' and jumpin
We'll pull your car, you know you bluffin' Break that guard down, lil' bitch, you know

That I'ma stuff it Yeah, y'all niggas ain't sayin' nothin
This raw gang, lil' nigga, we know that you bluffin
I break that guard down, you know I'ma stuff it
Saw you on the stage, my dawg, but you ain't sayin' nothin

I'm just bein' for real, I'm just bein' honest Paper chasin', man, I all about commas
Showin' love to my baby mama Never worry about the drama
Play with us, spin your face like a llama I'm playin', I'll hit you with these hands
Lil' nigga, do you understand

Pussy nigga, I'ma grow, man You can get this f*ckin' heads and feet
Listen to the words I speak Comin' from the jungle, concrete
Pussy nigga, I'ma ease beats These niggas can't f*ck with me
Yeah, nigga, talk about my team Let's get it, R-A-W-T-O-O-N-Z

That's my squad, nigga, that's my family We smoke gas, lil' nigga, no Christmas tree
I got a big ass f*ckin' family tree These niggas out here can't f*ck with me
Raw gang, nigga, I made it out the hood luckily
These niggas is stuck with me When it come to raw gang, yeah, my team

Nigga, let's get it, let's go And when it come to my team
We unstoppable, especially on this mic Play with us, nigga, on the mic
Bitch, we nothin' nice These niggas don't wanna see us on that stage
So what you do

Well, best believe we gon' start gettin' a hella pay
We tryna turn us into somethin' We put your car on that boulevard, you know
You bluffin' Yeah, on the mic, you ain't sayin' nothin
With the guard down, hell tunes, we gon' stuff it

Miss Paddy, Paddy, I miss Paddy, yeah, yeah, yeah
Miss Paddy, yeah, yeah, stuf crust blunts, stuff crust blunts, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah