BLOUSIN Lyrics – Fredo Bang

“BLOUSIN” Lyrics by Fredo Bang is a latest English song in the voice of Fredo Bang. Its music is composed by Bubmadethis, Hawky, Coldblime, Elementry, Vampirex while brand new “BLOUSIN” song lyrics are written by Fredo Bang. This is a popular song among the people of United States of America. In “BLOUSIN”, Fredo Bang talks about his daily hustle, loyalty to his people, and the tough life he comes from. He makes it clear that he doesn’t tolerate betrayal and stays focused on money and success. He shows love for his locked-up friends, flaunts his wealth, and warns anyone who crosses him. The song is gritty, confident, and all about staying real and rising up through the struggle.

BLOUSIN Lyrics

Turn it up, turn me up in the headphones
Turn me up more, man, some more
Yeah
Biggest in this s*it, man, f**k a n!gga talking about?
Slow motion better than no motion, man
S*it, yeah

Soon as I wake up, it’s hustle, if you ever played, it’s f**k you
He a shooter, he don’t scuffle, he blow that horn like david ruffin
Big ol’ chain, s*it cost a championship ring, I put that on my blousin
Make that call and smackers popping out, b**ch, don’t get hit ’bout money

We selling cane pops, was doing 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 starving, you ain’t no real n!gga, pu**y, 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 asking who the biggest out, n!gga should’ve knew it’s me (Hm)
House arrest for seven months, I got kicked off the lease (Hm)
Brodie called me from the f**king 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, b**ch, I’ma put you on (Hm)
He so use to me f**king project h**s, I’m tryna show him something (Hm)
He feel like if I f**k, then he f**ked, b**ch, that’s my f**king brother (Hm)
S*itting on n!gga like I took a laxative, catch big 4 in traffic (Hm)
Catch big 4 in lassie, sleep on a f**king groupie mattress (Hm)
Say I ain’t get that pack in, f**k n!gga, stop that f**k capping
You was my dog in high school, see you today, I’ma f**king smack ya (Hm)
That’s how s*it be, come through solo, I ain’t gotta be ten deep
Put my h**s in cc, big 4 popping out, lamborghini (Hm)
My girl ’cause will put s*it down, don’t make big 4 call nikki (Hm)
N!gga rather die than see me shine, well f**k boy die, you see me
Them moissanites not vv, this here on me is vv
That s*it 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

Skee
Skee
Skee
Yeah

Soon as I wake up, it’s hustle, if you ever played, it’s f**k you
He a shooter, he don’t scuffle, he blow that horn like david ruffin
Big ol’ chain, s*it cost a championship ring, I put that on my blousin
Make that call and smackers popping out, b**ch, don’t get hit ’bout money

I ain’t none of that talking, get on your knees, b**ch, 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, n!gga think I’m from the north

Skee
Skee
Skee
Skee

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BLOUSIN Lyrics Meaning

He kicks things off by asking to turn up the volume, getting himself hyped and ready. He’s confident, calling himself the biggest in the game, brushing off the haters. That “slow motion better than no motion” line shows he’d rather make slow progress than none at all — it’s a grind either way.

He jumps into his routine — waking up and getting straight to the hustle. If anyone crossed him in the past, they’re done in his book. He rolls with people who don’t fight with fists — they pull up and handle things seriously. He wears a flashy chain that’s as valuable as a sports trophy, and he wears it proudly on his jacket. When there’s money on the line, he’s not playing — he can make a call and his people show up ready to act.

He talks about selling drügs in the past until the police stepped in. He compares a wild house party to an old-school movie vibe, but it turns real when someone gives away your location. He says if you’re not feeding your team when you’re winning, you’re not real. You can tell he’s genuine just by looking at him, and if someone tests him, he’s ready to show them what he’s made of. He hasn’t slept in days, always chasing the bag, and he’s touched more money than he’s touched the ground.

People keep wondering who’s on top, but he says it’s obvious — it’s him. He was stuck on house arrest for months and even got kicked out of his place. His homie in prison called, asking for something nice — a famous woman — and Fredo jokes he’ll handle it. He promises to take care of his boy when he gets out. Since his homie’s used to him messing with girls from the projects, Fredo wants to show him something better, a new kind of life. That bond runs deep — if Fredo’s with a girl, his friend feels like it’s a win for him too.

He goes off on people who doubt him, saying he’s way ahead and can’t be messed with. Some folks sleep on cheap mattresses chasing clout, while he’s out here really living it. If someone says he didn’t deliver, he calls them out for lying. He remembers an old friend from high school who switched up — and now he’s not afraid to confront him. He’s so confident that he moves alone, doesn’t need a big crew. His girls are decked out in designer gear, and he rides clean in a Lamborghini.

He warns not to cross his girl, cause she’ll throw down too. He’s aware people hate seeing him shine, but he’s like — go ahead and hate, I’m still winning. He makes it clear his diamonds are real, not the fake stuff others wear. When his product hits the streets, it’s a big score. He admits he pops a lot of pills and they make him tired, but he still handles his business. He looks out for people he cares about — his girl, his friends locked up, even his uncle doing a life sentence.

He repeats that morning hustle life — it never stops. He’s not about talking too much; he wants respect, even worship. His buddy is good with flipping stolen cars and brings in the goods like Santa. They roll out in flashy rides and don’t care about rules. He started making moves in Baton Rouge a while ago, and now folks think he’s from there because he’s so established.

FAQs

Q. Who has sung BLOUSIN song?
A. BLOUSIN song is sung by Fredo Bang.

Q. Who wrote BLOUSIN lyrics?
A. BLOUSIN lyrics are penned by Fredo Bang.

Q. Who has given the music of BLOUSIN song?
A. BLOUSIN music is composed and produced by Bubmadethis, Hawky, Coldblime, Elementry, Vampirex.

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