Lyrics
Blueface, baby, on the dead locs
Yeah, aight, on the dead locs
On the dead locs ooh, ooh
Finna over bleed this, lil' baby
On the dead locs on the dead loc
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 in the set all day and still can't fight?
On the dead locs
Infant Mob
Broke lil' baby, get off yo ass, get a job
On the dead locs
Tatted to my face, fuck a job
If I go broke, man, somebody gettin' robbed
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I don't mean to be mean
Don't chase me, bitch, chase your dreams
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You scared of bein' lonely, lil' baby?
Bitch, I'm scared of bein' broke
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Blueface versus your nigga, lil' baby, that's like Benz vs Ford
Bitch, I been had shit these niggas 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 fliest, show me who I'm versus
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Blueface been a joint
Bet the 10 to 4 and watch me hit my point
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Stylin' without a stylist
Deuce in a liter got a nigga really vibin'
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Gucci on my bag
Grammys on my neck, designer on my ass
On the dead locs
Yeah, aight, how you niggas town
Niggas socked you out and you stopped comin' around