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

Mad sounds in your ears, they make you get up and dance They make you get up Yeah they make you get up Ooh la la la, ooh la la la Ooh la la la ooh Mad sounds in your ears, they make you feel alright They bring you back to life Love buckles under the

Hello? Oh my God I know this ain't you calling me again Oof, ooh my God Yeah, yeah, it's him What in the fuck did I tell you about calling me? You found out 'bout who? Yeah, I bet you did found out about him who Yeah, I fuck with him, I fuck with him for

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah I guess you fell into the wrong hands, yeah Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah And now you're F-in' with the wrong man, man (Adjust to pain) (It hurt too bad to say, to say you left me, left me) Fuckin' with the wrong man (Left me)

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

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

Ooh, now I'll never get over you until I find something new Biddy-da-dum, boo'd up Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo'd up That get me high like you do, yeah yeah That get me high like you do Listen my to heart go ba-dum, boo'd up Biddy-da-dum it just won't

My heart beats for love It's the sound that I hear, tells me not to give up It breathes in my chest and It runs through my blood Whoa ooh oh oh oh yeah I'm screaming out, can you hear me now? I've been stranded on a lonely street Got lost in the shadows

Why you want to trip on me Why you want to trip on me Stop trippin' Ooh stop trippin' Yeah stop trippin' Everybody just stop trippin' They say I'm different They don't understand But there's a bigger problem

Don't I look good? Yeah, baby, baby I'ma look good, I'm just talkin' 'bout sex, yeah Ooh, that's why I'm textin' my ex, oh no I'm just talkin' 'bout sex and I'm so ready for regrets I know you remember when way back in December we was in love, yeah I