Dreadlocks
๐ต 2262 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:08 duration
๐ ID: 6063491
๐ Lyrics
Yeah
Deebo
Smoke to your face like a heat stroke
Man down, put that on my dead locs
Man down, put that on my dreadlocks
Shot, shot, shot, shot, T hot
Bust down kettle, not a G-Shock
If she hoppin' in the coupe, it's a bed rock
Lift the suicide doors at the next stop
Shot, shot, shot, shot
Please don't play games
I got niggas in the back with the A
Ayyy
I don't love her, hit her then I do the race
We can tell by the way
Brodie told me that the trap's doing great
Yeah, I'm so away
I can't save you, gotta leave you in the maze
Push the suicide doors up
Ayyy, I'm in a Porsche truck
Cooling with a rich porter
D'n'G for my daughter
Yeah, Jimmy Cole for my new bitch
Got guap, move block like rubicks
In the coupe, bust a dance to the music
Drop the top, make her lose it
Deebo
Smoke to your face like a heat stroke
Man down, put that on my dead locs
Man down, put that on my dreadlocks
Shot, shot, shot, shot, T hot
Bust down kettle, not a G-Shock
If she hoppin' in the coupe, it's a bed rock
Lift the suicide doors at the next stop
Shot, shot, shot, shot (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I was running up and bumming out the big bucks
Got a driver waiting for me, I'm a big shot
16 when I knew I want my wrist floss
Swiss gleam when you're looking at my wristwatch
All the heat, I can't leave it in a cooler
If he in a jeep then he most likely the shooter
See, my niggas in the back came with the ooh-rah
Gotta tell 'em to relax, take a woo-sah
Doing graveyard shifts for my fivers
Who'd have thought I would've went school with some lifers?
Hit it in the past, only found out that he wifed her
Told my bro change but he loyal to the lycah
At the Fendi store but she'd rather go to Michael Kors
Pigs got my niggas dashing 'round the courtyard
Ten toes in my Fours
Still whip it like I'm Louis in the Porsche, yeah
Deebo
Smoke to your face like a heat stroke
Man down, put that on my dead locs
Man down, put that on my dreadlocks
Shot, shot, shot, shot, T hot
Bust down kettle, not a G-Shock
If she hoppin' in the coupe, it's a bed rock
Lift the suicide doors at the next stop
Shot, shot, shot, shot
Rudebwoy stop 'e noise man
Weh yuh know bout bloodclaat good tings?
Weh yuh know bout dem shoes yah, dem shirt yah
Dem bloodclaat pants yah?
Stop ye chattings man
Deebo
Smoke to your face like a heat stroke
Man down, put that on my dead locs
Man down, put that on my dreadlocks
Shot, shot, shot, shot, T hot
Bust down kettle, not a G-Shock
If she hoppin' in the coupe, it's a bed rock
Lift the suicide doors at the next stop
Shot, shot, shot, shot
Please don't play games
I got niggas in the back with the A
Ayyy
I don't love her, hit her then I do the race
We can tell by the way
Brodie told me that the trap's doing great
Yeah, I'm so away
I can't save you, gotta leave you in the maze
Push the suicide doors up
Ayyy, I'm in a Porsche truck
Cooling with a rich porter
D'n'G for my daughter
Yeah, Jimmy Cole for my new bitch
Got guap, move block like rubicks
In the coupe, bust a dance to the music
Drop the top, make her lose it
Deebo
Smoke to your face like a heat stroke
Man down, put that on my dead locs
Man down, put that on my dreadlocks
Shot, shot, shot, shot, T hot
Bust down kettle, not a G-Shock
If she hoppin' in the coupe, it's a bed rock
Lift the suicide doors at the next stop
Shot, shot, shot, shot (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I was running up and bumming out the big bucks
Got a driver waiting for me, I'm a big shot
16 when I knew I want my wrist floss
Swiss gleam when you're looking at my wristwatch
All the heat, I can't leave it in a cooler
If he in a jeep then he most likely the shooter
See, my niggas in the back came with the ooh-rah
Gotta tell 'em to relax, take a woo-sah
Doing graveyard shifts for my fivers
Who'd have thought I would've went school with some lifers?
Hit it in the past, only found out that he wifed her
Told my bro change but he loyal to the lycah
At the Fendi store but she'd rather go to Michael Kors
Pigs got my niggas dashing 'round the courtyard
Ten toes in my Fours
Still whip it like I'm Louis in the Porsche, yeah
Deebo
Smoke to your face like a heat stroke
Man down, put that on my dead locs
Man down, put that on my dreadlocks
Shot, shot, shot, shot, T hot
Bust down kettle, not a G-Shock
If she hoppin' in the coupe, it's a bed rock
Lift the suicide doors at the next stop
Shot, shot, shot, shot
Rudebwoy stop 'e noise man
Weh yuh know bout bloodclaat good tings?
Weh yuh know bout dem shoes yah, dem shirt yah
Dem bloodclaat pants yah?
Stop ye chattings man
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:07.65] Yeah
[00:09.81] Deebo
[00:12.29] Smoke to your face like a heat stroke
[00:14.45] Man down, put that on my dead locs
[00:16.93] Man down, put that on my dreadlocks
[00:19.52] Shot, shot, shot, shot, T hot
[00:21.85] Bust down kettle, not a G-Shock
[00:24.48] If she hoppin' in the coupe, it's a bed rock
[00:26.84] Lift the suicide doors at the next stop
[00:29.18] Shot, shot, shot, shot
[00:29.44] Please don't play games
[00:34.64] I got niggas in the back with the A
[00:36.29] Ayyy
[00:39.69] I don't love her, hit her then I do the race
[00:41.95] We can tell by the way
[00:44.05] Brodie told me that the trap's doing great
[00:46.51] Yeah, I'm so away
[00:48.74] I can't save you, gotta leave you in the maze
[00:50.97] Push the suicide doors up
[00:53.65] Ayyy, I'm in a Porsche truck
[00:56.65] Cooling with a rich porter
[00:58.91] D'n'G for my daughter
[01:01.26] Yeah, Jimmy Cole for my new bitch
[01:03.41] Got guap, move block like rubicks
[01:05.99] In the coupe, bust a dance to the music
[01:08.26] Drop the top, make her lose it
[01:10.78] Deebo
[01:11.48] Smoke to your face like a heat stroke
[01:13.12] Man down, put that on my dead locs
[01:15.53] Man down, put that on my dreadlocks
[01:18.17] Shot, shot, shot, shot, T hot
[01:20.76] Bust down kettle, not a G-Shock
[01:22.94] If she hoppin' in the coupe, it's a bed rock
[01:25.37] Lift the suicide doors at the next stop
[01:27.81] Shot, shot, shot, shot (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[01:29.57] I was running up and bumming out the big bucks
[01:31.58] Got a driver waiting for me, I'm a big shot
[01:33.86] 16 when I knew I want my wrist floss
[01:36.46] Swiss gleam when you're looking at my wristwatch
[01:38.73] All the heat, I can't leave it in a cooler
[01:41.24] If he in a jeep then he most likely the shooter
[01:43.21] See, my niggas in the back came with the ooh-rah
[01:46.28] Gotta tell 'em to relax, take a woo-sah
[01:48.75] Doing graveyard shifts for my fivers
[01:51.09] Who'd have thought I would've went school with some lifers?
[01:53.23] Hit it in the past, only found out that he wifed her
[01:55.89] Told my bro change but he loyal to the lycah
[01:58.32] At the Fendi store but she'd rather go to Michael Kors
[02:00.77] Pigs got my niggas dashing 'round the courtyard
[02:03.45] Ten toes in my Fours
[02:06.16] Still whip it like I'm Louis in the Porsche, yeah
[02:07.42] Deebo
[02:08.45] Smoke to your face like a heat stroke
[02:11.53] Man down, put that on my dead locs
[02:14.42] Man down, put that on my dreadlocks
[02:15.64] Shot, shot, shot, shot, T hot
[02:18.40] Bust down kettle, not a G-Shock
[02:21.81] If she hoppin' in the coupe, it's a bed rock
[02:24.21] Lift the suicide doors at the next stop
[02:26.52] Shot, shot, shot, shot
[02:48.14] Rudebwoy stop 'e noise man
[02:50.09] Weh yuh know bout bloodclaat good tings?
[02:55.38] Weh yuh know bout dem shoes yah, dem shirt yah
[03:00.88] Dem bloodclaat pants yah?
[03:04.76] Stop ye chattings man
[03:08.00]
[00:09.81] Deebo
[00:12.29] Smoke to your face like a heat stroke
[00:14.45] Man down, put that on my dead locs
[00:16.93] Man down, put that on my dreadlocks
[00:19.52] Shot, shot, shot, shot, T hot
[00:21.85] Bust down kettle, not a G-Shock
[00:24.48] If she hoppin' in the coupe, it's a bed rock
[00:26.84] Lift the suicide doors at the next stop
[00:29.18] Shot, shot, shot, shot
[00:29.44] Please don't play games
[00:34.64] I got niggas in the back with the A
[00:36.29] Ayyy
[00:39.69] I don't love her, hit her then I do the race
[00:41.95] We can tell by the way
[00:44.05] Brodie told me that the trap's doing great
[00:46.51] Yeah, I'm so away
[00:48.74] I can't save you, gotta leave you in the maze
[00:50.97] Push the suicide doors up
[00:53.65] Ayyy, I'm in a Porsche truck
[00:56.65] Cooling with a rich porter
[00:58.91] D'n'G for my daughter
[01:01.26] Yeah, Jimmy Cole for my new bitch
[01:03.41] Got guap, move block like rubicks
[01:05.99] In the coupe, bust a dance to the music
[01:08.26] Drop the top, make her lose it
[01:10.78] Deebo
[01:11.48] Smoke to your face like a heat stroke
[01:13.12] Man down, put that on my dead locs
[01:15.53] Man down, put that on my dreadlocks
[01:18.17] Shot, shot, shot, shot, T hot
[01:20.76] Bust down kettle, not a G-Shock
[01:22.94] If she hoppin' in the coupe, it's a bed rock
[01:25.37] Lift the suicide doors at the next stop
[01:27.81] Shot, shot, shot, shot (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[01:29.57] I was running up and bumming out the big bucks
[01:31.58] Got a driver waiting for me, I'm a big shot
[01:33.86] 16 when I knew I want my wrist floss
[01:36.46] Swiss gleam when you're looking at my wristwatch
[01:38.73] All the heat, I can't leave it in a cooler
[01:41.24] If he in a jeep then he most likely the shooter
[01:43.21] See, my niggas in the back came with the ooh-rah
[01:46.28] Gotta tell 'em to relax, take a woo-sah
[01:48.75] Doing graveyard shifts for my fivers
[01:51.09] Who'd have thought I would've went school with some lifers?
[01:53.23] Hit it in the past, only found out that he wifed her
[01:55.89] Told my bro change but he loyal to the lycah
[01:58.32] At the Fendi store but she'd rather go to Michael Kors
[02:00.77] Pigs got my niggas dashing 'round the courtyard
[02:03.45] Ten toes in my Fours
[02:06.16] Still whip it like I'm Louis in the Porsche, yeah
[02:07.42] Deebo
[02:08.45] Smoke to your face like a heat stroke
[02:11.53] Man down, put that on my dead locs
[02:14.42] Man down, put that on my dreadlocks
[02:15.64] Shot, shot, shot, shot, T hot
[02:18.40] Bust down kettle, not a G-Shock
[02:21.81] If she hoppin' in the coupe, it's a bed rock
[02:24.21] Lift the suicide doors at the next stop
[02:26.52] Shot, shot, shot, shot
[02:48.14] Rudebwoy stop 'e noise man
[02:50.09] Weh yuh know bout bloodclaat good tings?
[02:55.38] Weh yuh know bout dem shoes yah, dem shirt yah
[03:00.88] Dem bloodclaat pants yah?
[03:04.76] Stop ye chattings man
[03:08.00]