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get deady - fivio foreign lyrics

yo, stop, i’m off a pill
don’t ask, i don’t know how to chill
n*ggas 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 n*ggas you say i’ma k!ll (b*tch)
off drugs, i’m gettin’ hungry
i took a perc’ and it give me the munchies (munchies)
no sleep, i’m feelin’ grumpy
f*ck 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 n*gga go in a deli
i’m the first n*gga call b*tches wetty (wetty)
none of these n*ggas don’t give me no credy
but onе of these n*ggas gon’ give mе 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 s*xy
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
[kyle richh:]
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 f*ck
she got the jat, with a tat on her b*tt (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 woo, up that fire (jah woo)
yo, kush, come out
if i can’t get him doley, just throw at the crowd (okay)
he tried to party, got sent to the clouds
and if i missed a shot, then i’m bendin’ around (what the f*ck?)
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

[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
[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 n*gga get light (boom)
why would you come to the gunfight with a knife? (grrah, boom)
she let me f*ck, he jack her, ask his wife
’cause i got a b*tch, 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 p*ssed off
why these opp n*ggas doin’ my d*ck for?
he was dissin’, that’s what he got hit for
b*tch, i’m the ripp, so i’m droppin’ the pitchfork
b*tch, i’m with fivi’ with two german b*tches
it’s crazy as f*ck, we met em’ at the deli
and you know she got wap, no fetty
two guns in my bag, that sh*t heavy
i’m at the table, takin’ n*ggas plate
when i back out my knocker, n*ggas meet they fate
thooties all on my d*ck, i tell em, “it’s too late”
and i make her hold the g whe we go on dates
and i let this knocker take ’em on a date
red dot, i’m aimin’ for his face
b*tch on my body, like give me some sp*ce
if he step out of line, we put him in his place, b*tch
[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

- fivio foreign lyrics

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