Get Deady (feat. 41) - Fivio Foreign

Get Deady (feat. 41) - Fivio Foreign

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(AyoAA) Verbxse made this (grrah)

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 (I did)
He catch a body, I'm payin' his bills, she a baddie, she paintin' her nails (I won)
2018, I was playin' the field, don't none of these niggas you say I'ma kill (bitch)

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

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

Perky bustin', I'm itchin' my skin
Do not think I ain't good 'cause I am not alright (am not alright)
Like, okay, who tryna cyph'? (Who tryna cyph'?)
Who tryna smoke on a body tonight? (Body)

Like, yo, Fiv', throw five, push up on me, think he tryna die (he tryna die)
Move on my doley, I don't need a (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 (that way)
Pop a Perc', it's unlimited rump
Thoot on my body, she wanna get drunk (say she wanna get lit)
Took a bean with saliva, I got sheik, I do not need a driver (driver)
Like, three G's in the back of the Charger, Jah-Jah Woo, up that fire (Jah Woo)

Yo, Kush, come out, if I can't get him doley, just throw at the crowd (okay)
He-he tried to party, got sent to the clouds
And if I missed a shot, then I'm bendin' around (what the fuck?)
Push up, push up on me, I'm gunnin' him down
Pistol bullets is barkin' (grrah-grrah), I'm in love with the sound

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

Fivi' said, "Mix the Perky wit' Pepsi", well, I'm in the cut mixin' Wocky wit' Sprite
I might shoot at his feet, make a nigga get light (grrt-boom)
Why would you come to the gunfight wit' a knife? (Grrah-boom)

She let me fuck, he jack her, ask his wife
'Cause I got a bitch, she only get one night
Like, opps in the party, but I got my (boom)
Like, opps in the party, but I got my pipe (grrah-boom)

Since she dissin' she got me pissed off
Why these opp niggas doin' my dick for? (Damn, damn)
He was dissin', that's what he got hit for
Bitch, I'm the Ripp, so I'm droppin' the pitchfork (grrah-boom)

Bitch, I'm with Fivi' with two German bitches
It's crazy as fuck, we met 'em at the deli
And you know she got wap, no fetty
Two-two guns in my bag, that shit heavy

I'm at the table, takin' niggas plate
When I back out my knocker, niggas meet they fate
Thooties all on my dick, I tell 'em, "It's too late"
And I make her hold the G when we go on dates

And I let this knocker take 'em on a date, red dot, I'm aimin' for his face
Bitch on my body, like give me some space
If he step outta line, we put him in his place, bitch

Choppas are singin' like it was an opera (opera)
If he move, put the beam on his partner
Bitch, if it's five in the game, I'm a starter
She on my dick, she wanna be Mrs. Carter (Carter)

He want static, bullets gon' spark him (grrah, grrah)
Bitch, I can't go nowhere without my armor (armor)
Move with an army, got different artillery (grrah, grrah)
My diamonds is dancin', it's goin' retarded

Yo Fivi', like what? Tell 'em we really have readies and deadies
Bitch, I get bready, I get to the fetty (fetty)
If he lookin' for beef, we gon' aim for his belly (bitch)
I'm with TaTa, he came with a (came with a, came with a)
I'm with TaTa, he came with a knocker
Like, I bet I'm opp spotter, he tried to push up, we put him in

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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