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🔥 Fivio Foreign & 41 (Jenn Carter, Kyle Richh & TaTa) - Get Deady
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▪️ LYRICS:

[Verse 1: Fivio Foreign]
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, shorty 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 credit
But one of these niggas gon' give me some bready
I tell shorty, "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: Fivio Foreign]
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

[Verse 2: Kyle Richh]
Perky bussin', 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 [?]
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), grrah, I'm in love with the sound

[Chorus: Fivio Foreign]
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

[Verse 3: TaTa]
Fivi' said mix the perky with Pepsi
Well, I'm in the cut mixin' Wocky with Sprite
I might shoot at his feet, make a nigga get light (Boom)
Why would you come to the gunfight with a knife? (Grrah, boom)
She let me fuck [?] ask his wife
'Cause I got a bitch, he 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?
He was dissin', that's what he got hit for
Bitch I'm the Ripp, so I'm droppin' the pitchfork
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
2-2 guns in my bag, that shit heavy
I'm at the table, takin' niggas plate
When I back out my knocka, niggas meet they fate
Thooties all on my dick, I tell em "It's too late"
And I make [?] we go on dates
And I let this knocka 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
[Verse 4: Jenn Carter]
Choppas are singin' like it was a opera (Opera)
If he run, 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
He want static, bullets gon' spark him (Grrah, grrah)
Bitch, I can't go nowhere without my armor (Armor)
Move with a army, got different artillery (Grrah, grrah)
My diamonds is dancin', It's goin' retarded
Yo Fivi, like what? Tell them we really have [?]
Bitch, I get bready, I get to the fetty (Fetty)
If he lookin' for beef, we gon' aim for his belly (Bitch)
Like, I'm with TaTa he came with a— (Came with a—, came with a—)
Like, I'm with TaTa he came with a knocka
Like I bet, I'm opp spotter
He tried to push up, we put him in—

[Chorus: Fivio Foreign]
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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