Dead Shot (with Lil Uzi Vert)
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Dead Shot (with Lil Uzi Vert)

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Yeah, yeah, yeah

(Aye, aye, aye) let's go

Shoot out with vest but that boy, he still caught a headshot

Bro can shoot from down the street, his nickname, yeah, is "Dead Shot"

Bro just chased a opp until his legs stopped

I just f- his thot and I just hit her with that leg lock, yeah

My chest hurt when I be tokin' 'cause I'm smokin' dead opps

He think a shotta, hit his top and take his dreads off

And I got these P- in my pocket like I'm tryna get these meds off

Me and Lil Uzi stackin' up so much guap we'll pay the feds off

Every time I do something right, they try to say I'm dead wrong

I can f- your lil' b- in my whip, I treat it like my bedroom

Pulled up in that coupe, no, I didn't have no headroom

My n- about that murder game, I call it redrum

She let me hit in the car, you know my backseat got some leg room

I just took half a p- from Pluto and I went to Neptune

When I'm lacking confidence, my diamonds comin' to the rescue

Got shooters that watch my back, every time I sneeze, they be like, "Bless you"

Put a check right on your read, no reason for me just to check you

Got cash on me like XO, I don't know what no lil' check do

And he could sneeze up on his on but I still will not bless you

Walking on this beat and I ain't even got no dress shoes

The way that your girl be - me off, I could tell she don't respect you

F- her like a dog, she at my house, she watch my pets, too

Just got a brand new Uzi, I'm with Uzi and we got TECs, too

Lots of water on my neck and I can easily get you wet, too

Shoot out with vest but that boy, he still caught a headshot

Bro can shoot from down the street, his nickname, yeah, is "Dead Shot"

Bro just chased a opp until his legs stopped

I just f- his thot and I just hit her with that leg lock, yeah

My chest hurt when I be tokin' 'cause I'm smokin' dead opps

He think a shotta, hit his top and take his dreads off

And I got these Perkies in my pocket like I'm tryna get these meds off

Me and Lil Uzi stacking up so much guap we'll pay the-

Stack it up, stack it up, stack it up, stack it up

Stack it up, stack it up, stack it up, stack

Stacking up this f- paper, to get to top, you gon' need a elevator

If you get to the top, yeah, it come with a favor

If you get to the top, yeah, it come with some haters

I was not good at school but I'm stacking the paper

Lowland 1600 sh-

Yeah, she give me -, that's a scholarship

She don't know my name but she love this d-

I'm too f- rich, I might pop my sh-

Every time I pop my collar, yeah, it compliment the fit

Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up

Stepped on my Nikes, I'm gettin' a check

Having this money is really a flex

1600 to the Rex, yeah

I know she f- with all of the rappers

But as long as she tell me she love me the best

There ain't no contest, I'm getting my content

I love when she honest, she giving me sex

Always use condoms, got Fendi pajamas

Treat h- like my problems, I put 'em to bed

I'm getting moody, I know she too bougie

She don't use a menu when she go to kitch'

I got to get all my habits in check

Had to go on a jet, couldn't walk up the steps

Go to the trap, I'll put you to the test

I got birdies that fly far away from the nest

Shoot out with vest but that boy, he still caught a headshot

Bro can shoot from down the street, his nickname, yeah, is "Dead Shot"

Bro just chased a opp until his legs stopped

I just f- his thot and I just hit her with that leg lock, yeah