"BLOUSIN" lyrics

Turn it up, turn me up in the headphones
Turn me up more, man, some more
Yeah
Biggest in this shit, man, fuck a nigga talkin' about?
Slow motion better than no motion, man
Shit, yeah

Soon as I wake up, it's hustle, If you ever played, it's fuck you
He a shooter, he don't scuffle, he blow that horn like David Ruffin
Big ol' chain, shit cost a championship ring, I put that on my blousin
Make that call and smackers poppin' out, bitch, don't get hit 'bout money

We sellin' cane pops, was doin' the same thing until them crackers came
House party just like Kid 'n Play, yo' dog done showed us where you stay
If your gang starvin', you ain't no real nigga, pussy, share your plate
You can see real in my face, pop your top, see what you think
I ain't get no sleep in a week, I seen more banks than feet
They keep askin' who the biggest out, nigga should've knew it's me (Hm)
House arrest for seven months, I got kicked off the lease (Hm)
Brodie called me from the fuckin' feds, said he want Angel Reese
He want Latto sister (Hm), told 'em I'll pop it for him (Hm)
He been locked up, told him when he touch down, bitch, I'ma put you on (Hm)
He so use to me fuckin' project hoes, I'm tryna show him something (Hm)
He feel like if I fuck, then he fucked, bitch, that's my fuckin' brother (Hm)
Shittin' on nigga like I took a laxative, catch big 4 in traffic (Hm)
Catch big 4 in lassie, sleep on a fuckin' groupie mattress (Hm)
Say I ain't get that pack in, fuck nigga, stop that fuck cappin'
You was my dog in high school, see you today, I'ma fuckin' smack ya (Hm)
That's how shit be, come through solo, I ain't gotta be ten deep
Put my hoes in CC, big 4 poppin' out, Lamborghini (Hm)
My girl 'cause will put shit down, don't make big 4 call Nikki (Hm)
Nigga rather die than see me shine, well fuck boy die, you see me
Them moissanites not VV, this here on me is VV
That shit on VM VV, the pack touch down, that's TD
I'm on forty pills weekly, when they bust, I'm sleepy
If my ho worth, then she get it, I take care the needy
I take care my of people, I take care of my dogs in jail
I take care of my uncle, locked up right now with a L

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Soon as I wake up, it's hustle, If you ever played, it's fuck you
He a shooter, he don't scuffle, he blow that horn like David Ruffin
Big ol' chain, shit cost a championship ring, I put that on my blousin
Make that call and smackers poppin' out, bitch, don't get hit 'bout money

I ain't none of that talking, get on your knees, bitch, treat me like a God
Brodie play with cars, he come back with them toys like Santa Claus
We pop out all kind of cars, ask G, we break the law
2021, setup shop in BR, nigga think I'm from the north

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