Finish the lyrics : Blueface, baby
Yeah, yeah, aight
Bi, tch, I'm a Loc, MAC with the scope
I am big homie, one phone call, they go
Pick the wrong side, Glock put him courtside
Now he watchin' it shoot from the floor

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy

There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti

He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready

To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin'

What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud

He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out

He's chokin', how, everybody's jokin' now

The clocks run out, times up, over, blaow

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