Dead Shot (with Lil Uzi Vert)
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
(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
Credits
Writer(s): Symere Woods, Navraj Goraya, Andrew Kenneth Franklin
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