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点击复制Dead Shot (Explicit) - NAV/Lil Uzi Vert
Lyrics by：Navraj Goraya/Symere Woods/Andrew Franklin/Amir Esmailian
Composed by：Navraj Goraya/Symere Woods/Andrew Franklin/Amir Esmailian
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Ayy ayy ayy
Let's go
Let's go
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 ****** his thot and I just hit her with that leg lock yeah
Oh oh oh oh oh
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
Every time I do somethin' right they try to say I'm dead wrong
I could **** your lil' ***** in my whip I treat it like my bedroom
Pulled up in a coupe no I didn't have no headroom
My ****** 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
******* 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
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 ****** his thot and I just hit her with that leg lock yeah
Yeah oh oh oh
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
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 ******* 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 ****
Yeah she give me brain that's a scholarship
She don't know my name but she love this ****
I'm too ******* rich I might pop my ****
Every time I pop my collar yeah it complement the fit
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 ******* 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 ***
Always use commas got Fendi pajamas treat **** 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
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 ****** his thot and I just hit her with that leg lock yeah
Yeah