Blueface lyrics

by

Praxi


[Intro]
Yeah, aight
Blueface baby

[Chorus]
Pull up on your block with the heater
I might just Ctrl+Alt Delete you
Famous Cryp, you will never see me bleeding
Got beef? I'm the butcher, where's the meat?
Pull up on your block with the heater
I might just Ctrl+Alt Delete you
Famous Cryp, you will never see me bleeding
Got beef? I'm the butcher, where's the meat?

[Verse]
pus*y boy I might shoot you
You riding shotgun I'll pull up with a bazooka
n*ggas be wanting smoke like it's hookah
Blueface baby, I be bagging up all the cougars
Yeah aight (On the deadlocs)
"I'm the best" Is what they're telling me
Been arrested how many times?
Ain't got no felonies (Ain't got no felonies)
Seeing through these n*ggas crystal clear, methamphetamine
Thinking you're my dawg, you ain't even on my pedigree
I don't even try, man I do this on the usual
Talking all that sh*t, man
Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful
n*ggas talking big I got a rachet on the shelf
I count from 11 to 13 'cause I don't f*ck with 12
A lot of these n*ggas, you gotta watch how they be scheming
Like day and night they could switch up in an evening
She like to break that sh*t down when i'm speeding
Shoot 'em in his head now his hairline receding

[Chorus]
Pull up on your block with the heater
I might just Ctrl+Alt Delete you
Famous Cryp, you will never see me bleeding
Got beef? I'm the butcher, where's the meat?
Pull up on your block with the heater
I might just Ctrl+Alt Delete you
Famous Cryp, you will never see me bleeding
Got beef? I'm the butcher, where's the meat?

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