If he finds out I don't give a fuck, ooh yeah That nigga ain't gon' do shit I don't care Your boyfriend ain't shit He be fucking with your bestfriend And I don't give a fuck, no He be lying

On the dead locs Yeah, aight, on the dead locs That's on the dead locs Blueface, baby, 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

Ooh ooh ooh ooh Ah ah ah ah To walk around my head all night You got me tangled like a braid, tied-twisted I don't think it's fair I don't think it's very nice I don't know why I got these feelings, yeah, I just can't seem to get away from

Ooh, she may be weary And young girls, they do get wearied Wearing that same old shaggy dress, yeah But when she gets weary Try a little tenderness, yeah, yeah You know she's waiting Just anticipating The thing that she'll never, never, never, never

Get a piece of your action You need me now, I'll teach you how Come on, let's go all the way I want you to be mine tonight Use you up, throw you away You're fire, taking me higher Don't burn me, don't let me down Yeah, ooh, hey, oh I want you, I need you

Gotta flex hard, yeah, ooh Gotta shine hard, gotta shine hard 20 on a chain, 35 chain 40 stacked chain, yeah Gotta stunt hard, gotta shine hard 20 on a chain, 30 stacked chain Woah, oh, city to city and skrr (skrr) Woah, oh, I'm lookin' like a merchant

(Ooh, make me bad and I don't know) But that's what I like about ya (Ooh) That's what I like about ya (Ooh) Yeah, that's what I like about ya Yeah, that's what I like about ya I tried to fight against it, shut out what all my friends said I keep letting

(Oh man, your love is like burning fire on my soul) (Oh man, tease me till me lose control) Yeah, oh darling, ooh Just floating like a butterfly, so charming (Baby go) She recognized the man in me (Number One of the world) There´s something in her eyes

Ooh, that's a lot, lot Yeah, look at them bands, that's a lot, lot Like, ooh, we don't stop, stop Yeah, count it up, that's a lot, lot Like, hey, that's a lot Yeah, cashing checks out the box like Yeah, count it up, that's a lot, lot, lot Said ooh,

Whoa nobody loves me, nobody seems to care Everyday, everyday I have the blues When you see me worryin' baby, yeah it's you I hate to lose I'm gonna pack my suitcase, move on down the line Ooh everyday, everyday I have the blues Well worries and trouble