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Blueface, baby, on the deadlocs
Yeah, aight, on the deadlocs
On the deadlocs ooh, ooh
Finna over bleed this, lil baby
On the deadlocs on the dead loc

I ain't turnin' down nothing
I turn nothing into something, lil baby
On the deadlocs
Fuck a nigga talkin' 'bout?
Seen him in person, now niggas wanna talk it out
That's on the deadlocs
Fuck them cases
I don't wanna see no judge, only blue faces
On the deadlocs
Yeah, aight
How you in the set all day but still can't fight?
On the deadlocs
Yeah, Infant Mob
Broke lil baby, get off yo ass, get a job
On the deadlocs
Tatted to my face, fuck a job
If I go broke, man, somebody gettin' robbed
On the deadlocs
I don't mean to be mean
Don't chase me, bitch, chase your dreams
On the deadlocs
You scared of bein' lonely, lil baby?
Bitch, I'm scared of bein' broke
On the deadlocs
Blueface versus your nigga, lil baby, thats like Benz vs Ford
Bitch, I been had shit these niggas can't afford, yeah, aight
That's on the deadlocs
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 deadlocs
Bitch, what is you sayin'?
All that playin' hard to get, lil baby, stop playin'
On the deadlocs
Blueface killin' verses
Lil baby, I'm the flyest, show me who I'm versus
On the deadlocs
Blueface been a joint
Bet the 10 to 4 and watch me hit my point
On the deadlocs
Stylin' without a stylus
Deuce in a liter got a nigga really vibin'
On the deadlocs
Gucci on my bag
Grammys on my neck, designer on my ass
On the deadlocs
Yeah, aight, how you niggas town
Niggas socked you out and you stopped comin' around
On the deadlocs
Bitch, keep shit player
As long as I don't find out, lil baby, I don't care
On the deadlocs
Why everybody wanna be a pimp now?
The bitches gon' snitchin' in the end
On the deadlocs
If I go broke it's kick door
Fuck a ho, lil baby, I need the dough
On the deadlocs

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 deadlocs

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Songwriters: Cash Jones, Earl Johnson, Johnathan Porter
Dead Locs lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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