Blueface – Famous Cryp + Lyrics

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Dead Locs Lyrics
[Intro]

Blueface, baby

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

[Verse]

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

 

[Outro]

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




Dead Locs PT. 2 Lyrics
[Intro]

Blueface, baby

Yeah aight, on the dead locs

Ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

On the dead locs

On the dead locs
On the dead locs

[Verse]

I had to wake that bitch up, she was sleep on me (Wake your ass up)

Yeah aight, look at me now, lil’ baby

On the dead locs

Fuck a nigga talkin’ ’bout?

Tough on the ‘Gram, bet you the .223 make him walk it out

On the dead locs

Keep a lawnmower for the snakes

‘Cause the hate be so real and the love be so fake

On the dead locs

Think of a circle, Paid N Full is what I see

Never leave your mans out (Everybody eats, B)

On the dead locs

Bitch, I’m ridin’ solo

‘Cause in every circle there’s always a motherfuckin’ Rico

On the dead locs

Blueface, baby

It’s an unexplainable feeling

My name bring out the city like the county building (On the dead locs)

They say this fame shit change you

But all I see is the fame changin’ the people around me (On the dead locs)

Blueface the flyest, baby

You better use your time wisely (Yeah aight)

This could be your only chance

Bitch, you better surprise me (Yeah aight)

(Bitch, you better do some magic)

On the dead locs

I’m the type to take a bitch mind and help the bitch find it (Damn, I left her mind at home)

On the dead locs

Get my nut, throw a cover over the bitch head

Poof, girl, where Blueface go? I can’t find him

Bitch, I’m in the wind

Blueface vs. your nigga, Toyota versus Benz

On the dead locs

This an appointment, I don’t date, bitch

Period, these bitches only fuckin’ for the experience

On the dead locs

Janky Yankees in the schoolyard (Scoop)

Can’t nobody save you when it’s time to go up in that backyard

On the dead locs

These niggas real tough for the ‘Gram
But in your section, you’s a mark
This lifestyle require a lot of aggression

And a lot more heart, yeah aight

On the dead locs

Dumb nigga, I can’t go out like no chip and dip (Dumbass)

Fuck a squarebob, bitch, I’m slidin’ with my Crips

On the dead locs

Niggas talk out they ass for the ‘Gram, you’s a goof troop

I know you heard of me but I ain’t never heard of you

On the dead locs

Forty nose long as a burrito

She love how I start like I’m finna sing with the Beatles

On the dead locs

 

[Outro]

Damn cuz, they really wanted a part two (That’s crazy)

To the same song (Same song)

That’s like an encore, I’m a sensation (Encore, encore)

I know these bitches love how I start the song

Like I’m finna sing with The Temptations (Blueface, baby)

Bop, yup, let me hear that (Aight)




Thotiana Lyrics
[Intro]

Blueface, baby

Yeah aight

Bust down, Thotiana

Yeah aight

I wanna see you bust down

[Chorus]

Bust down, Thotiana (Bust down, Thotiana)

I wanna see you bust down (Over)

Pick it up, now break that shit down (Break it down)

Speed it up, then slow that shit down, on the gang (Slow it down)

Bust it (Bust down), bust down, bust it, bust it

Bust down, on the gang (Over)

Bust down, Thotiana (Bust down, Thotiana)

I wanna see you bust down (Over)

Pick it up, now break that shit down (Break it down)

Speed it up, now slow that shit down, on the gang (Slow it down)

Bust it (Bust down), bust down, bust it, bust it

Bust down, on the gang (Over)

[Verse]

Blueface, baby

Yeah aight, I’m every woman’s fantasy (Blueface, baby)

Mama always told me I was gon’ break hearts

I guess it’s her fault, stupid, don’t be mad at me (Don’t be mad at me)

I wanna see you bust down (Bust down)

Bend that shit over, on the gang (Yeah aight)

Make that shit clap

She threw it back so I had to double back, on the gang (On the gang)

Smackin’, high off them drugs (Off them drugs)

I tried tell myself two times was enough (Was enough)

Then a nigga relapsed, on the dead locs

Ain’t no runnin’, Thotiana, you gon’ take these damn

strokes(Thotiana)

I beat the pussy up, now it’s a murder scene

Keep shit player, Thotiana, like you ain’t never even heard of me

(Blueface, baby)

Bust down, Thotiana, I wanna see you bust down (Bust down)

Bend that shit over (Bend it over)

Yeah aight, now make that shit clap, on the gang (Make it clap)

Now toot that thing up (Toot it up)

Throw that shit back (Throw it back)

I need my extras, on the dead locs

[Chorus]

Bust down, Thotiana (Bust down, Thotiana)

I wanna see you bust down (Over)

Pick it up, now break that shit down (Break it down)

Speed it up, then slow that shit down, on the gang (Slow it down)

Bust it (Bust down), bust down, bust it, bust it

Bust down, on the gang (Over)

Bust down, Thotiana (Bust down, Thotiana)

I wanna see you bust down (Over)

Pick it up, now break that shit down (Break it down)

Speed it up, now slow that shit down, on the gang (Slow it down)

Bust it (Bust down), bust down, bust it, bust it

Bust down, on the gang (Over)




Freak Bitch Lyrics
[Intro]

Blueface, baby

Yeah

(Aight), aight (Aight)

(Aight), aight

(I need a freak bitch)
I need a freak bitch

I need a freak bitch
I need a freak bitch

[Chorus]

I need a freak bitch that don’t give a fuck (On the set)

Bangin’ the set while I’m beatin’ up her guts (On the set)

I like fuckin’, I ain’t into no lovin’ (On the set)

It’s two dicks in my pants for a nigga that’s trippin’ (On the set)

I need a freak bitch that don’t give a fuck (On the set)

Bangin’ the set while I’m beatin’ up her guts (On the set)

I like fuckin’, I ain’t into no lovin’ (On the set)

It’s two dicks in my pants for a nigga that’s trippin’ (On the set)

[Verse]

It’s two dicks in my pants for a bitch

And a nigga that want me to fuck off his life (Fuck him)

Bitch, I’m the flyest, I fuck niggas’ wives (Bop)

I’m a five-star recruit with the dick (Bleed ’em)

It’s always a nigga’s BM comin’ through like I’m workin’ with WIC (Big dick, baby)

Just call me the baby mama blammer (Blammer)

BlueFace, baby, yeah aight, she pull up like some diapers (Bop)

Hate a bitch that talk too much, bitch, I ain’t ask no questions (Bleed ’em)

So what’s up with all these answers? (All these answers)

Gave it to her good, now she wanna hold me down like an anchor (Stupid)

Hit her with a pump fake

Turn around, pull off like I’m Kobe with the Lakers

If she don’t wanna fuck, shit, I ain’t gon’ make her (Make her)

Bitch I’m too fly to be tryna convince a bitch (Yeah aight)

Baby I’m a blessing (I’m a blessing)

What the fuck I look like stressin’? (I ain’t stressin’)

Any bitch ain’t let me fuck, I had to boss up

Just to teach that bitch a lesson

I get a bitch without workin’ a muscle (Without workin’ a muscle)

Why these niggas steady flexin’?

[Chorus]

I need a freak bitch that don’t give a fuck (On the set)

Bangin’ the set while I’m beatin’ up her guts (On the set)

I like fuckin’, I ain’t into no lovin’ (On the set)

It’s two dicks in my pants for a nigga that’s trippin’ (On the set)

I need a freak bitch that don’t give a fuck (On the set)

Bangin’ the set while I’m beatin’ up her guts (On the set)

I like fuckin’, I ain’t into no lovin’ (On the set)

It’s two dicks in my pants for a nigga that’s trippin’ (On the set)




Fucced Em Lyrics
[Intro]

FBeat producin’ all the heat
Blueface, baby
Yeah, aight

[Chorus]

If I show up, I need a bag for the show

Ooh, damn, I’m finna fuck ’em (I just fucked ’em)

Kick the door, get it out her ass for the dough

Ooh, damn, I’m finna fuck ’em (I just fucked ’em)

Pussy pics in my DM, ain’t even ask for those

Ooh, damn, I’m finna fuck ’em (I just fucked ’em)

Suck the dick and balls, baby, I love a nasty ho

Ooh, damn, I’m finna fuck ’em (I just fucked ’em)

[Verse]

Bitch love wettin’ balls, she must’ve been a catcher

‘Cause she don’t run at all (She don’t run at all)

I beat the pussy out the park like I’m Barry Bonds (Home run)

I put the pussy in debt, bitch, take this Uncle Tom (This Uncle Tom)

The hate be so real, the love be so fake

I keep a blower for the lawn, I fucked the evens and beat the odds

Baby, you see this face tat (Beat the odds)

I don’t want a job (Fuck a job)

I get paid to show up like a fuckin’ god (Yeah aight)

Fuck a nigga mean? I’m a famous Crip (Scoop)

Fuck a squarebob (Fuck a squarebob), you see I’m at the tip (Tip)

Now she finna top (Top), make that pussy pop (Pop)

I give her hood dick (Hood dick), I take a bitch soul (Take her soul)

Do a bitch cold (Do her cold), give her a runny nose (Give her a runny nose)

Treat the pussy like it’s Smokey, take this big worm (Take this big worm)

I fucked the bitch edges off, like a bad perm (Like a bad perm)

Fuck a bed, baby, take this rugburn (Yeah aight)

[Chorus]

If I show up, I need a bag for the show

Ooh, damn, I’m finna fuck ’em (I just fucked ’em)

Kick the door, get it out her ass for the dough

Ooh, damn, I’m finna fuck ’em (I just fucked ’em)

Pussy pics in my DM, ain’t even ask for those

Ooh, damn, I’m finna fuck ’em (I just fucked ’em)

Suck the dick and balls, baby, I love a nasty ho

Ooh, damn, I’m finna fuck ’em (I just fucked ’em)

 

 




Famous Cryp Lyrics
[Intro]

Blueface, baby
Yeah, aight
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
LowTheGreat
Look

[Chorus]

Fuck a squarebob, baby, I’m a famous Crip (Scoop)

It get tricky, I turn a concert to a Chippendales (To a Chippendales)

Niggas want beef so I had to bring the taco shells (Where’s the beef?)

Pop the trunk, man, that’s more shots than ticket sales (Yeah aight)

Fuck a squarebob, baby, I’m a famous Crip (Scoop)

It get tricky, I turn a concert to a Chippendales (To a Chippendales)

Niggas want beef so I had to bring the taco shells (Where’s the beef?)

Pop the trunk, man, that’s more shots than ticket sales (Yeah aight)

[Verse]

Pop the trunk and pull out somethin’ with a kickstand (With a

kickstand)

I give ’em a drumroll like I’m playing in the marching band (In the marching band)

I get on stage and get to orchestrating a choir (On the dead locs)

20K followers, eighty likes, you’s a liar (Stop playin’)

Pay me in checks, like Nike, baby, I just do it (Just do it)

I’m a famous Crip, If I pulled up then she blew it (Scoop)

Keep a harpoon for a hater ’cause he can’t stand it (Can’t stand it)

Up the forty, bet his ass get to dancin’ (Get to dancin’)

Shoot first, ask second, can’t take no chances (No chances)

.223 leave him where I meet him, in pieces (Yeah aight)

These niggas been rappin’ they whole life, I just do this on the weekend (On the weekend)

Fuckin’ and suckin’, my status got her freakin’ (Freakin’)

She tellin’ me I’m the next big thing (Shut the fuck up)

Bitch, shut the fuck up and take this big thing (Big thing)

Call me Curry with the thirty, bet I won’t miss him (Yeah aight)

Crossover, had to pull up off my dribble (Fuck my dribble)

Three-piecer, now he eatin’ with the Colonel (With the Colonel)

It’s been regular, baby, but it’s not normal (It’s not normal)

She want a famous Crip, she don’t want no worker (Scoop)

She love a nigga agressive and disrespectful (Disrespectful)

I tell her when to shut the fuck up and lick testicles (Yeah aight)

Yeah aight, bitch, don’t forget the vegetables (Lick them balls)

It’s only time for sexual in my schedule (In my schedule)

Stop playin’, yeah aight

[Chorus]

Fuck a squarebob, baby, I’m a famous Crip (Scoop)

It get tricky, I turn a concert to a Chippendales (To a Chippendales)

Niggas want beef so I had to bring the taco shells (Where’s the beef?)

Pop the trunk, man, that’s more shots than ticket sales (Yeah aight)

Fuck a squarebob, baby, I’m a famous Crip (Scoop)

It get tricky, I turn a concert to a Chippendales (To a Chippendales)

Niggas want beef so I had to bring the taco shells (Where’s the beef?)

Pop the trunk, man, that’s more shots than ticket sales (Yeah aight)

 




Respect My Cryppin Lyrics
[Intro]

Laudiano

Yeah aight, look

Stop playin’ with me

You gon’ respect this crippin’

[Chorus]

Give a fuck if he like it, but he gon’ respect this crippin’ (Scoop)

Yeah aight, it’s all fun and games ’til a nigga trippin’ (Trippin’)

Mop the floor, hide the wet sign just to catch him slippin’ (Caught him slippin’)

Pull up, bounce out with a briefcase, it’s time to handle business (It’s time to handle business)

Give a fuck if he like it, but he gon’ respect this crippin’ (Scoop)

Yeah aight, it’s all fun and games ’til a nigga trippin’ (I’m finna trip him)

Mop the floor, hide the wet sign just to catch him slippin’ (Caught him slippin’)

Pull up, bounce out with a briefcase, it’s time to handle business (It’s time to handle business)

[Verse]

Janky, baby, I just look like this, fuck a nigga mean? (Janky)

Play with my respect, leave him wetter than a dream (Wetter than a dream)

I’ll die for this shit baby, I’m a different breed (Yeah aight)

I never let the beef get cold, nigga, where’s the meat? (Where’s the meat?)

I’m an alpha male, ain’t no bitch in me (All alpha)

Grown ass man, feed my family (Feed my family)

Any nigga get in my way, I’ma feed him a Pedigree

I hold my own, baby, never need a nigga stand next to me (Nope, never)

Everybody a hot nigga ’til 12 pull up, get cold feet (Cold feet)

Stay by myself, ain’t gotta worry ’bout a nigga tellin’ (Nope)

Stay by myself, ain’t gotta worry ’bout a nigga jealous (Nope)

I don’t even like workin’ with niggas, baby, ’cause I’m hella selfish (Blueface, baby)

Big chains, pieces on pieces (Pieces)

That boy got on a necklace, yeah aight

Nigga talkin’ out his neck ’til I leave his ass neckless (Neckless)

It get tricky, fuck it, nigga finna get reckless, on the gang



[Intro]

Sammy P

Blueface, baby

Yeah, aight

Niggas poppin’ for the ’Gram ’til I pop up
Niggas poppin’ for the ’Gram ’til I pop up

[Chorus]

Niggas poppin’ for the ‘Gram ’til I pop up (Stop poppin’)

Fat forty, I call it Uncle Phillip (Uncle Phillip)

Five hots, fill his ass up like a fill-up (Like a fill-up)

Drop that pin, goofy nigga, I’m finna pull up (I’m finna pull up)

Niggas poppin’ for the ’Gram ’til I pop up (Stop poppin’)

Fat forty, I call it Uncle Phillip (Uncle Phillip)

Five hots, fill his ass up like a fill-up (Like a fill-up)

Drop that pin, goofy nigga, I’m finna pull up (I’m finna pull up)

[Verse]

Niggas love poppin’ that hot shit

’Til I pull up, hoppin’ out hot shit (Poppin’ hot shit)

Leave a nigga topless (Topless)

Like Uncle Phillip (Uncle Phillip)

I pull up, screw a nigga whole block over with this fill-up (Bop)

I’m a hustler, baby (Bleed ’em)

I turn jips to pounds

Rob who? Kill ’em (Ooh, kill ’em, ooh)

Bullets fat like Terio (Yeah aight)

Thirty round leave his stomach see-through like an ultrasound (Like an ultrasound)

I’m a motherfuckin’ rockstar, all I play with is drums (Drums)

Watch these drumsticks rip through his fuckin’ lungs

Leave him in pieces, these niggas been rappin’ they whole life (Stop it)

Baby, I just do this on the weekends (On the weekends)

I’m like a stripper with the pole, it don’t take much to get it poppin’ (Get it poppin’)

Tip me for his life before this Glock get to twerkin’ (Get to twerkin’)

Make him empty them pockets for them blue faces (Empty ’em, empty ’em, empty ’em)

 

Janky nigga, baby, I’m really strip searchin’ (Janky)
Trollin’, lurkin’, like a boof ass rapper
Nigga on IG in the comments, that’s really clout chasin’ (Stop it)

[Chorus]

Niggas poppin’ for the ‘Gram ’til I pop up (Stop poppin’)

Fat forty, I call it Uncle Phillip (Uncle Phillip)

Five hots, fill his ass up like a fill-up (Like a fill-up)

Drop that pin, goofy nigga, I’m finna pull up (I’m finna pull up)

Niggas poppin’ for the ‘Gram ’til I pop up (Stop poppin’)

Fat forty, I call it Uncle Phillip (Uncle Phillip)

Five hots, fill his ass up like a fill-up (Like a fill-up)

Drop that pin, goofy nigga, I’m finna pull up (I’m finna pull up)

 




Put It in Her Face Lyrics
[Intro]

Blueface, baby

Yeah, aight (Aight)

Finna put it in her face

I’m finna put it in her face

[Chorus]

She tried to bleed me, so I put it in her face (Bop)

Big dick, baby, tell me how it taste (Bleed it)

Can’t bleed the bleeder, it’s finna blow up in your face (In your face)

I like bitches swallow nut, straight face (Straight face)

She tried to bleed me, so I put it in her face (Bop)

Big dick, baby, tell me how it taste (Bleed it)

Can’t bleed the bleeder, it’s finna blow up in your face (In your face)

I like bitches swallow nut, straight face (Straight face)

[Verse]

Damn, they really tried to bleed a Crip (That’s crazy)

But that’s impossible, bitch, I never plead fifth (I never plead fifth)

Been runnin’ though these bitches like a groomer (Like a groomer)

Set the record, put it in her face, fuck a rumor (I had to put it in her face)

I ain’t got a motherfuckin’ thing to prove (I ain’t got shit to prove)

But I could never take an L to a loser (You’s a loser)

I really make pornos, stop playin’ with me, bitch (Stop playin’)

These niggas is pillow talkers and spooners (Spooners)

Better check the Yelp review, I get up like Viagra (Yeah aight)

Yeah aight, get her wetter than Niagara (Falls)

Lose a bitch mind and help her find it

Give her Crip dick, blew her mind, now she mindless (Scoop)

Take it from her, put in my pocket, help her find it (Bop)

Bitch, I’m really cold with the dick (Bleed ’em), I ain’t lyin’

But then again, fat bitches always gon’ build a case

So fuck it, I’m finna put it in a bitch face (Big dick)

Beat the brakes off the pussy, ’til her legs shake

Bed break, dick put her to sleep, now she dead weight (Dead weight)

Headache, they really tried to bleed a Crip (They tried to bleed me)

I’m finna blow up in they fucking face, stupid (Yeah aight)

These hater niggas ain’t stoppin’ shit

Put it in a bitch face to get rid of the politics (Bop)

Big dick, baby, stop playin’

You knew that (Bleed ’em)

Put the kids to sleep, then I’m dick and balls swangin’ with my blue rag (Swangin’)

Throwing up the set (My blue rag)

Fuck them guts (Scoop), I’m in a bitch back

Yeah aight (Aight), stop playin’

I’m big jawn swangin’, but I bet they won’t post that (Post that)

[Chorus]

She tried to bleed me, so I put it in her face (Bop)

Big dick, baby, tell me how it taste (Bleed it)

Can’t bleed the bleeder, it’s finna blow up in your face (In your face)

I like bitches swallow nut, straight face (Straight face)

She tried to bleed me, so I put it in her face (Bop)

Big dick, baby, tell me how it taste (Bleed it)

Can’t bleed the bleeder, it’s finna blow up in your face (In your face)

I like bitches swallow nut, straight face (Straight face)




Show Up Lyrics
[Intro: Blueface]

Onii made this shit

Blueface, baby

Yeah, aight
Yeah aight
Yeah aight

Yeah aight, yeah aight, yeah aight, look

[Chorus: Blueface]

It ain’t goin’ ’til I go up (‘Til I go up)

It ain’t no show until I show up (‘Til I show up)

Can’t hit my pour until I’m poured up (Poured up)

Goofy nigga, ain’t no smoke until I’m smoked up (Ain’t no smoke ’til I’m smoked up)

It ain’t goin’ ’til I go up (‘Til I go up)

It ain’t no show until I show up (‘Til I show up)

Can’t hit my pour until I’m poured up (Poured up)

Goofy nigga, ain’t no smoke until I’m smoked up (Ain’t no smoke ’til I’m smoked up)

[Verse 1: Blueface]

Damn, I just fucked the hook off (I just fucked ’em)

I gotta say it again, it ain’t goin’ until I go up (‘Til I go up)

It ain’t no show until I show up (‘Til I show up)

Bitch, I’m that nigga on the scene (Yeah aight)

Blueface, baby, yeah aight

The flyest you ever seen (Flyest you ever seen)

Bitch, I put gold faces in my earrings (Bop)

I’m really him, put gold in my mouth just to match the fuckin’ bling (Bling)

I got pornstar dick (Yeah aight), bet you feel it in your spleen (Your spleen)

I don’t mean to be mean, don’t chase me, bitch (Chase a bag)

Chase your motherfuckin’ dream

I spit all gasoline (Gasoline)

You niggas poppin’ 87, dummy (87)

This Benz only take supreme (Stupid)

Stop playin’, I eat pussy with my grill in (Yeah aight)

What the fuck a nigga mean? (Yeah aight)

Yeah aight, yeah aight, yeah aight, look

[Chorus: Blueface]

It ain’t goin’ ’til I go up (‘Til I go up)

It ain’t no show until I show up (‘Til I show up)

Can’t hit my pour until I’m poured up (Poured up)

Goofy nigga, ain’t no smoke until I’m smoked up (Ain’t no smoke ’til I’m smoked up)

It ain’t goin’ ’til I go up (‘Til I go up)

It ain’t no show until I show up (‘Til I show up)

Can’t hit my pour until I’m poured up (Poured up)

Goofy nigga, ain’t no smoke until I’m smoked up (Ain’t no smoke ’til I’m smoked up)

[Verse 2: Joey Franko]

I don’t care if your man here, baby, fuck him (Fuck him)

This the VIP section, we throwin’ money in here (On God)

Ten freaks tryna get geeked, I came with Big Gleesh (Ugh)

DG, I am from Harlem like I am Dave East (Ooh)

Dumbass, this tool regular (Regular)

Ratchet in person, on the ‘Gram you actin’ like you better (You a thot)

Young Joey Frank, act an ass, he don’t know better (Joey Frank)

Cheddar in the freezer just so I can keep my cheese fresher (Ooh)

Got dick, for the not-bring-it-to-the-table bitches (Yeah)

Free loadin’, that’s a no-go, that’s for them lame niggas

M. Jackson, gold just like these gloves so you know I’m glistenin’ (Shinin’)

Chain gold on my neck, lookin’ like it’s pissin’ (Like piss)

She say, “Why the attitude?” I’m an asshole (Asshole)

Your nigga party was borin’ before I took over (This nigga wack)

Look, and I ain’t come by myself, bitch (What?)

I came with Dirt Mob, bitch

I’m good for your health, they be playin’ (Dirt Mob)

[Chorus: Blueface]

It ain’t goin’ ’til I go up (‘Til I go up)

It ain’t no show until I show up (‘Til I show up)

Can’t hit my pour until I’m poured up (Poured up)

Goofy nigga, ain’t no smoke until I’m smoked up (Ain’t no smoke ’til I’m smoked up)

(Onii made this shit)

It ain’t goin’ ’til I go up (‘Til I go up)

It ain’t no show until I show up (‘Til I show up)

Can’t hit my pour until I’m poured up (Poured up)

Goofy nigga, ain’t no smoke until I’m smoked up (Ain’t no smoke ’til I’m smoked up)

 

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