Blueface Dead Locs, Pt. 2
[Intro]
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
[Verse]
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 f..ckin' 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
[Outro]
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)
