Get Deady

Fivio Foreign & 41

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Verse

Verbxse made this 


Yo stop I'm off a pill don't ask I don't know how to chill 


Niggas is dyin' for keepin' it real I ain't scared to go drillin' I know 


how it feel 


He catch a body I'm payin' his bills she a baddie she paintin' her nails 


Twenty eighteen I was playin' the field don't none of these niggas you say 


I'ma kill 


Off drugs I'm gettin' hungry I took a Perc' and it give me the munchies 


No sleep I'm feelin' grumpy fuck up my time and I'm way out the country 


I'm a dub I'm pullin' dumpy she fell in love shawty is clumsy 


I tell G Come and give me a punchy gun in my pocket got me feelin' comfy 


I'm the first nigga go in a deli I'm the first nigga call bitches wetty 


None of these niggas don't give me no credy but one of these niggas gon' 


give me some bready 


I tell shawty Come give me the necky try to leave her but she didn't let me 


If you tatted my name then you sexy mix the Percocet with the Pepsi 


Chorus

Yo stop I'm off a pill yeah huh get deady 


Yo stop I'm off a pill yeah get deady 


Yo stop I'm off a pill uh get deady 


Yo stop I'm off a pill yeah get deady 


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Perky bustin' I'm itchin' my skin 


Do not think I ain't good 'cause I am not alright 


Like okay who tryna cyph' 


Who tryna smoke on a body tonight 


Like yo Fiv' throw five push up on me think he tryna die 


Move on my doley I don't need a 


Move on my doley I don't need a try 


Stop stop I'm tryna fuck she got the jat with a tat' on her butt 


Pop a Perc' it's unlimited rump 


Thoot on my body she wanna get drunk 

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Took a bean with saliva I got sheik I do not need a driver 

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Like three G's in the back of the Charger JahJah Woo up that fire 

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Yo Kush come out if I can't get him doley just throw at the crowd 

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Hehe tried to party got sent to the clouds 

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And if I missed a shot then I'm bendin' around 


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Push up push up on me I'm gunnin' him down 

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Pistol bullets is barkin' I'm in love with the sound 

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Yo stop I'm off a pill yeah huh get deady 

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Yo stop I'm off a pill yeah get deady 

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Yo stop I'm off a pill uh get    deady  


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   Ebm Ebm  Ebm 
Yo    stop    I'm off a pill yeah get deady 

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Fivi' said Mix the Perky wit' Pepsi well I'm in the cut mixin' Wocky wit' 


Sprite 

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I might shoot at his feet make a nigga get light 

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Why would you come to the gunfight wit' a knife 

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She let me fuck he jack her ask his wife 

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'cause I got a bitch she only get one night 

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Like opps in the party but I got my 

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Like opps in the party but I got my pipe 

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Since she dissin' she got me pissed off 


Why these opp niggas doin' my dick for 

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He was dissin' that's what he got hit for 

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Bitch I'm the Ripp so I'm droppin' the pitchfork 

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Bitch I'm with Fivi' with two German bitches 

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It's crazy as fuck we met 'em at the deli 

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And you know she got wap no fetty 

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Twotwo guns in my bag that shit heavy 

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I'm at the table takin' niggas plate 

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When I back out my knocker niggas meet they fate 

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Thooties all on my dick I tell 'em It's too late 

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And I make her hold the G when we go on dates 

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And I let this knocker take 'em on a date red dot I'm aimin' for his face 

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Bitch on my body like give me some space 

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If he step outta line we put him in his place bitch 

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Choppas are singin' like it was an opera 

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If he move put the beam on his partner 

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Bitch if it's five in the game I'm a starter 

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She on my dick she wanna be Mrs Carter 

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He want static bullets gon' spark him 

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Bitch I can't go nowhere without my armor 

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Move with an army got different artillery 

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My diamonds is dancin' it's goin' retarded  

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Yo Fivi' like what Tell 'em we really have readies and deadies 

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Bitch I get bready I get to the fetty 

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If he lookin' for beef we gon' aim for his belly 

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I'm with TaTa he came with a 

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I'm with TaTa he came with a knocker 

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Like I bet I'm opp spotter he tried to push up we put him in 


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Yo stop I'm off a pill yeah huh get deady 

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Yo stop I'm off   a pill yeah get   deady 

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Yo stop I'm off a pill   uh get   deady  

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Yo stop I'm off a pill yeah get deady 

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