Dead Shot Lyrics – NAV & Lil Uzi Vert

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NAV & Lil Uzi Vert – Dead Shot Lyrics

YeahYeahYeah (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 streetHis nickname, yeah, is “Dead Shot” (oh-oh)Bro just chased the opp until his legs stopI just fucked this thot and I just hit her with that leg lock, yeahMy chest hurtin’ when I be talkin’ ’cause I’m smokin’ dead oppsHe think he a shotta, hit his top and take his dreads offAnd I got these Perkies in my pocket like I’m tryna get these meds offMe and Lil Uzi stackin’ up so much guap, we’ll pay the feds off
Evеry time I do somethin’ right, they try to say I’m dеad wrongI could fuck your lil’ bitch in my whip, I treat it like my bedroomPulled up in a coupe, no, I didn’t have no headroomMy niggas about that murder gang, I call it red roomShe let me hit in the car, you know that backseat got some leg roomI just took half a pill from Pluto, and I went to NeptuneWhen I’m lackin’ confidence, my diamonds comin’ to the rescueGot shooters that watch my backEvery time I sneeze, they be like, “bless you” (bow)
Put a check right on your head, no reason for me just to check youGot cash on me like XO, I don’t know what no lil’ check doAnd he could sneeze up on his song, but I still would not bless youWalkin’ on this beat and I ain’t even got no dress shoesThe way that your girl be toppin’ me offI could tell she don’t respect youFuckin’ her like a dog, she at my house, she watch my pets, tooJust got a brand new uzi, I’m with Uzi and we got TECs tooGot the water on my neck and I could easily get you wet too (let’s go)
Shootout with a vest, but that boyHe still caught a headshot (oh-oh)Bro can’t shoot from down the streetHis nickname, yeah, is “Dead Shot” (oh-oh)Bro just chased the opp until his legs stopI just fucked this thot and I just hit her with that leg lock, yeahMy chest hurtin’ when I be talkin’ ’cause I’m smokin’ dead oppsHe think he a shotta, hit his top and take his dreads offAnd I got these Perkies in my pocket like I’m tryna get these meds offMe and Lil Uzi stackin’ up so much guap, we’ll pay the-
Stack it up, stack it up, stack it up, stack it upStack it up, stack it up, stack it up, stack itStackin’ up this fuckin’ paperTo get to the top, you gon’ need elevatorIf you get to the top, yeah, come with the fadeIf you get to the top, yeah, come with some hatersI was not good in school, but I’m stackin’ the paperLow land, 1600 shit
Yeah, she give me brain, that’s a scholarshipShe don’t know my name, but she love this dickI’m too fuckin’ rich, I might pop my shitEvery time I pop my collar, yeah, it complement the fit
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it upStepped on my Nikes, I’m gettin’ a checkHavin’ this money is really a flex, 1600 to the Rex’, yeahI know she fuckin’ with all of the rappersBut long as you tell me she love me the bestThere ain’t no contest, I’m gettin’ my contentI love when she on it, she givin’ me sex
Always use commas, got Fendi pajamasStreet hoes like my problems, I put ’em to bedI’m gettin’ moody, I know she too bougieShe don’t use a manual when she go to kitch’I gotta get on my habits and checkHad to go on the jet, couldn’t walk up the stepsGo 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 boyHe still caught a headshot (oh-oh)Bro can’t shoot from down the streetHis nickname, yeah, is “Dead Shot” (oh-oh)Bro just chased the opp until his legs stop (what, what)I just fucked this thot and I just hit her with that leg lock, yeah