Dead Locs, Pt. 2 - blueface

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)