Dead Shot Lyrics – NAV ft. Lil Uzi Vert

[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**ked his thot
And I just hit her with that leg lock, yeah
(Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh)

[Post-Chorus: NAV]
My chest hurting when I be toking
'cause I'm smoking 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 stacking up so much guap
We'll pay the feds off

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert & NAV]
Evеry time I do something right
They try to say I'm dеad wrong
I could f**k your lil' b!tch in my whip
I treat it like my bedroom
Pulled up in a coupe
No, I didn't have no headroom
My n!ggas 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 lacking confidence
My diamonds coming 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
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
F**king 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**ked his thot
And I just hit her with that leg lock, yeah
(Yeah, oh, oh, oh)

[Post-Chorus: NAV]
My chest hurting when I be toking
'cause I'm smoking 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 stacking 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
Stacking up this f**king paper
To get to the top, you gone 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 stacking the paper
Low land, 1600 sh!t
Yeah, she give me brain, that's a scholarship
She don't know my name, but she love this d!ck
I'm too f**king rich, I might pop my sh!t
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 getting a check
Having this money is really a flex
1600 to the Rex', yeah
I know she f**king with all of the rappers
But long as you tell me she love me the best
There ain't no contest, I'm getting my content
I love when she on it, she giving me sex
Always use commas, 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 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**ked his thot
And I just hit her with that leg lock, yeah (Yeah)