Dead Shot Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Let's go (Let's go)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Shootout with a vest, but that boy, he still caught a headshot (Oh-oh)
Bro can't shoot from down the street, his nickname, yeah, is "Dead Shot" (Oh-oh)
Bro just chased the opp until his legs stop
I just f*cked his thot and I just hit her with that leg lock, yeah (Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh)
[Post-Chorus: NAV]
My chest hurtin' when I be tokin' 'cause I'm smokin' dead opps
He think he 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

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert & NAV]
Evеry time I do somethin' right, they try to say I'm dеad wrong
I could f*ck your lil' bitch in my whip, I treat it like my bedroom
Pulled up in a coupe, no, I didn't have no headroom
My niggas about that murder gang, I call it red room
She let me hit in the car, you know that backseat got some leg room
I just took half a pill from Pluto, and I went to Neptune
When I'm lackin' confidence, my diamonds comin' to the rescue
Got shooters that watch my back, every time I sneeze, they be like, "Bless you" (Bow)
Put a check right on your head, 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 song, but I still would not bless you
Walkin' on this beat and I ain't even got no dress shoes
The way that your girl be toppin' me off, I could tell she don't respect you
f*ckin' 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 could easily get you wet too (Let's go)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Shootout with a vest, but that boy, he still caught a headshot (Oh-oh)
Bro can't shoot from down the street, his nickname, yeah, is "Dead Shot" (Oh-oh)
Bro just chased the opp until his legs stop
I just f*cked his thot and I just hit her with that leg lock, yeah (Yeah, oh, oh, oh) [Post-Chorus: NAV]
My chest hurtin' when I be tokin' 'cause I'm smokin' dead opps (Opps)
He think he 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—

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Stack it up, stack it up, stack it up, stack it up, stack it up, stack it up, stack it up, stack it
Stackin' up this f*ckin' paper, to get to the top, you gon' need elevator
If you get to the top, yeah, come with the fade, if you get to the top, yeah, come with some haters
I was not good in school, but I'm stackin' the paper
Low land, 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 f*ckin' rich, I might pop my shit
Every time I pop my collar, yeah, it complement the fit

[Verse 3: NAV & Lil Uzi Vert]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, stepped on my Nikes, I'm gettin' a check
Havin' this money is really a flex, 1600 to the Rex', yeah
I know she f*ckin' with all of the rappers, but long as you tell me she love me the best
There ain't no contest, I'm gettin' my content, I love when she on it, she givin' me sex
Always use commas, got Fendi pajamas, treat hoes like my problems, I put 'em to bed
I'm gettin' moody, I know she too bougie, she don't use a manual when she go to kitch'
I gotta get on my habits and check, had to go to the jet, couldn't walk up the steps
Go to the trap, I feel used to the Tes', I got birdies that fly far away from the nest (Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go)
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Shootout with a vest, but that boy, he still caught a headshot (Yeah, oh)
Bro can't shoot from down the street, his nickname, yeah, is "Dead Shot" (Yeah, oh, woah)
Bro just chased the opp until his legs stop (What? What?)
I just f*cked his thot and I just hit her with that leg lock, yeah (Yeah)

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