[Intro]Blueface, babyYeah aight, on the dead locsOohOoh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oohOn the dead locsOn the dead locsOn 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' babyOn the dead locsFuck a nigga talkin' 'bout?Tough on the 'Gram, bet you the .223 make him walk it outOn the dead locsKeep a lawnmower for the snakes'Cause the hate be so real and the love be so fakeOn the dead locsThink of a circle, Paid N Full is what I seeNever leave your mans out (Everybody eats, B)On the dead locsBitch, I'm ridin' solo'Cause in every circle there's always a motherfuckin' RicoOn the dead locsBlueface, babyIt's an unexplainable feelingMy name bring out the city like the county building (On the dead locs)They say this fame shit change youBut all I see is the fame changin' the people around me (On the dead locs)Blueface the flyest, babyYou better use your time wisely (Yeah aight)This could be your only chanceBitch, you better surprise me (Yeah aight)(Bitch, you better do some magic)On the dead locsI'm the type to take a bitch mind and help the bitch find it (Damn, I left her mind at home)On the dead locsGet my nut, throw a cover over the bitch headPoof, girl, where Blueface go? I can't find himBitch, I'm in the windBlueface vs. your nigga, Toyota versus BenzOn the dead locsThis an appointment, I don't date, bitchPeriod, these bitches only fuckin' for the experienceOn the dead locsJanky Yankees in the schoolyard (Scoop)Can't nobody save you when it's time to go up in that backyardOn the dead locsThese niggas real tough for the 'GramBut in your section, you's a markThis lifestyle require a lot of aggressionAnd a lot more heart, yeah aightOn the dead locsDumb nigga, I can't go out like no chip and dip (Dumbass)Fuck a squarebob, bitch, I'm slidin' with my CripsOn the dead locsNiggas talk out they ass for the 'Gram, you's a goof troopI know you heard of me but I ain't never heard of youOn the dead locsForty nose long as a burritoShe love how I start like I'm finna sing with the BeatlesOn 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 songLike I'm finna sing with The Temptations (Blueface, baby)Bop, yup, let me hear that (Aight)
