Lil Uzi Vert, NAV - Dead Shot lyrics

Lil Uzi Vert [Symere Woods]

[Lil Uzi Vert, NAV - Dead Shot lyrics]

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 fucked his thot and I just
Hit her with that leg lock
Yeah

My chest hurt when I be toking
'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 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 fuck your lil' bitch in my whip
I treat it like my bedroom
Pulled up in that coupe, no
I didn't have no headroom
My niggas about that murder game
I call it red rum

She let me hit in the car
You know my backseat got some legroom
I just took half a pill 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 topping me off
I could tell she don't respect you
Fucking 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 fucked his thot and I just
Hit her with that leg lock
Yeah

My chest hurt when I be toking
'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 fucking 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 shit

Yeah, she give me brain
That's a scholarship
She don't know my name but
She love this dick
I'm too fucking rich, I might pop my shit
Every time I pop my collar, yeah
It compliment the fit

Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Skepta my Nikes, I'm getting the check
Having this money is really a flex
1600 to the Rex, yeah
I know she fucking 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 hoes 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 Catch
I got to get all my habit's 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 fucked his thot and I just
Hit her with that leg lock
Yeah

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