Video Boutta Blow de Alderman 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Alderman - Boutta Blow Lyrics

[Intro]
Who is he? MP on the track

[Verse 1]
You're the one who's in question, yeah
Fucked around and made a king out of me, yeah-yeah
Said you loved me, but I'm back to the streets, yeah-yeah
So what's poppin'? 'Cause I'm servin' the sleets, yeah-yeah
What's poppin'? All my bitches fluent, none of them influenced
'Cause they be breaking bad
Twenty bands, fifty bands, hunnid in the lobby
Young trendsetter, turn this flexin' to a hobby
These are the bands, this a DeLorean (Sheesh)
Got way too much and still deserve it, yeah
I come from the streets, come from them borderlands, uh
Forgot your sticks, you cannot stop hits, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
Mm-mm, mm-mm-mm
Mm-mm, mm-mm (Ooh, no, no)
Mm-mm, mm-mm-mm (I said what's poppin', baby)
Mm-mm, mm-mm (Ooh, no, no)

[Chorus]
I said oh
Lookin' foreign, dripped out in Givenchy
Throw it back
Tell lil' baby look at me, throw it back
Count a stack
Make blue hunnids rain, give her heart attack
I'll make it back
Rollin' thirty feets in the Cadillac
Flex on 'em, no
We from a bad place
Ain't a thing I would do to get it for the—
Flex on 'em, no
They need remindin'
Ain't a thing I would do to get it for the crew
[Verse 2]
Came a long way from pullin' shiesty moves in four-seaters
My brother Dee got strikes, that boy just like a demon
Bobby Shmurda with the smile, it's like you never seen me
Keep poppin' thirties with the uppers, bits, and open seasons (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
On this side ain't shit for show until you get 'em reasons
Every night, it's on the low, we pop out and beat it
I done grew up in this cold, cold world alone
So check my wrist and on my heart, now it's freezin'

[Pre-Chorus]
Mm-mm, mm-mm-mm (Cold, cold)
Mm-mm, mm-mm (Cold, cold, ooh, no, no)
Mm-mm, mm-mm-mm (I said what's poppin', baby)
Mm-mm, mm-mm (Oh)

[Chorus]
I said oh
Lookin' foreign, dripped out in Givenchy
Throw it back
Tell lil' baby look at me, throw it back
Count a stack
Make blue hunnids rain, give her heart attack
I'll make it back
Rollin' thirty feets in the Cadillac
Flex on 'em, no
We from a bad place
Ain't a thing I would do to get it for the—
Flex on 'em, no
They need remindin'
Ain't a thing I would do to get it for the crew