Dead Shot

歌詞

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