Young Bopete - Call My Bluff (Official Music Video)

🔥 Official music video for "Call My Bluff" by Young Bopete. If you're rocking with the movement, make sure you: 👍 Like 💬 Comment your favorite bar 🔔 Subscribe & turn on notifications 📲 Share this video with somebody who needs to hear it. Stream Young Bopete: 🎵 Apple Music 🎵 Spotify 🎵 Amazon Music 🎵 YouTube Music 🎵 Pandora 🎵 Deezer 🎵 TIDAL 🎵 iHeartRadio Follow Young Bopete: 📸 Instagram: 🎵 TikTok: 📘 Facebook: 🐦 X: 🌐 Website: Booking & Business: 📧 Email: 📞 Phone: 🎥 Video by Quantum Records #YoungBopete #CallMyBluff #officialmusicvideo Lyrics: Rule number one, hey, Keep stacking up that cheddar, hey. I hit that little bitch twice And left three hundred on the dresser, bitch. They know that I'm a Diamond Boy 'Cause I be busting bezels. I can feel them bitches hating, Tell 'em get up on my level. They ain't seen the shit I seen, And they can't do the shit I do. Niggas thinking that I'm Gucci, The whole time, nigga, I'm Pooh. Nigga, you can even ask my five, Got to have two hundred fifty Before I say your name in my booth. Nigga, fuck a versus, I go bar for bar like junkies do. In the stu' with ten thousand on me, This shit brand new. Nigga better watch his bitch, I know that Jay done hit her too. Ain't it crazy what that clout'll Really make a nigga do? Nigga say he'll crash about his shit, But he got something to lose. I walk around with Glocks, And that bitch switching like a ponk, nigga. And my .45 hold a 30, This big bitch will hold a door. And I'm training my little shooter Like I'm Boosie, hit some more. How the fuck you gangster? I pass you the blick, And you froze. I done changed up my style, They can have it, Fuck a logo. And all my bitches bad, Ass sit up just like Coco. I'm feeling like Frank Lucas, I got payroll for the po-po. And I done copped a new Cuban link, Nigga, this some rose gold. I came back from the dead Like Candyman, This ain't Honeycomb. The B, it stand for Bo, And ain't none of this shit stepped on. You ain't never seen a J Fill up with ice, Now her jaw gone. I done shopped at Stacy, But the new shit come from Johnny Dang. I done ran some numbers, Up putting belt to ass Like Pootie Tang. All black on my fleet, Even my closet look like Bruce Wayne. They know that I'm a star, Don't say too much, I ain't even got to tag my name. These niggas clowns, But I'm the It factor Just like I'm Pennywise. You can see the darkness in my eyes, And I ain't even high. They thought it was all good, 300 Black, Yeah, I'm the bad guy. Niggas clicking up And still can't fuck with me, I'm that guy. Nigga burnt his bridge, And now my chopper smoking dead guys. It's hella high.