Dead Shot

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 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 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 **** 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 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 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 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 it

Stackin' 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

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 fucking rich, I might pop my shit

Every time I pop my collar, yeah, it complement 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