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Blueface, baby Yeah aight, on the dead locs Ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh On the dead locs On the dead locs On the dead locs
I had to wake that bitch up, she was sleep on me (Wake your ass up) Yeah aight, look at me now, lil' baby On the dead locs Fuck a nigga talkin' 'bout? Tough on the 'Gram, bet you the .223 make him walk it out On the dead locs Keep a lawnmower for the snakes 'Cause the hate be so real and the love be so fake On the dead locs Think of a circle, Paid N Full is what I see Never leave your mans out (Everybody eats, B) On the dead locs Bitch, I'm ridin' solo 'Cause in every circle there's always a motherfuckin' Rico On the dead locs Blueface, baby It's an unexplainable feeling My name bring out the city like the county building (On the dead locs) They say this fame shit change you But all I see is the fame changin' the people around me (On the dead locs) Blueface the flyest, baby You better use your time wisely (Yeah aight) This could be your only chance Bitch, you better surprise me (Yeah aight) (Bitch, you better do some magic) On the dead locs I'm the type to take a bitch mind and help the bitch find it (Damn, I left her mind at home) On the dead locs Get my nut, throw a cover over the bitch head Poof, girl, where Blueface go? I can't find him Bitch, I'm in the wind Blueface vs. your nigga, Toyota versus Benz On the dead locs This an appointment, I don't date, bitch Period, these bitches only fuckin' for the experience On the dead locs Janky Yankees in the schoolyard (Scoop) Can't nobody save you when it's time to go up in that backyard On the dead locs These niggas real tough for the 'Gram But in your section, you's a mark This lifestyle require a lot of aggression And a lot more heart, yeah aight On the dead locs Dumb nigga, I can't go out like no chip and dip (Dumbass) Fuck a squarebob, bitch, I'm slidin' with my Crips On the dead locs Niggas talk out they ass for the 'Gram, you's a goof troop I know you heard of me but I ain't never heard of you On the dead locs Forty nose long as a burrito She love how I start like I'm finna sing with the Beatles On the dead locs
Damn cuz, they really wanted a part two (That's crazy) To the same song (Same song) That's like an encore, I'm a sensation (Encore, encore) I know these bitches love how I start the song Like I'm finna sing with The Temptations (Blueface, baby) Bop, yup, let me hear that (Aight)