Dead Locs - blueface

On the dead locs

Yeah, aight

On the dead locs

On the dead locs

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Finna over-bleed this, lil' baby

On the dead locs, on the dead locs

I ain’t turnin' down nothing

I turn nothing into something, lil' baby

On the dead locs

Fuck a nigga talkin' 'bout?

Seen him in person, now niggas wanna talk it out

That’s on the dead locs

Fuck them cases

I don’t wanna see no judge, only blue faces

On the dead locs

Yeah, aight

How you on the set all day and still can’t fight?

On the dead locs

Yeah, Infant Mob

Broke lil' baby, get off your ass, get a job

On the dead locs

Tatted to my face, fuck a job

If I go broke, man, somebody gettin' robbed

On the dead locs

I don’t mean to be mean

Don’t chase me, bitch, chase your dreams

On the dead locs

You scared of bein' lonely, lil' baby?

Bitch, I’m scared of bein' broke

On the dead locs

Blueface vs. your nigga, lil' baby, thats like Benz vs. Ford

Bitch, I been had shit these niggas still can’t afford, yeah aight

That’s on the dead locs

Chase a bag, don’t worry 'bout what I’m doin'

I hate when I get up and the bitch ask, «Where you goin'?»

On the dead locs

Bitch, what is you sayin'?

All that playin' hard to get, lil' baby, stop playin'

On the dead locs

Blueface killin' verses

Lil' baby, I’m the flyest, show me who I’m versus

On the dead locs

Blueface been a joint

Bet the ten or four and watch me hit my point

On the dead locs

Stylin' without a stylist

Deuce in a liter, got a nigga really vibin'

On the dead locs

Gucci on my bag

Grammys on my neck, designer on my ass

On the dead locs

Yeah aight, how you niggas Town?

Nigga socked you out and you stopped comin' around

On the dead locs

Bitch, keep shit player

Long as I don’t find out, lil' baby, I don’t care

On the dead locs

Why everybody wanna be a pimp now?

The bitch is gon' snitch in the end

On the dead locs

If I go broke then it’s kick door

Fuck a ho, lil' baby, I need the dough

On the dead locs

Stop playin', Blueface the flyest

You niggas couldn’t see me on my worst day

I could sit here and talk off beat

My shit still slap like a pimp on his worst day

Yeah aight, on the dead locs