Fivio Foreign & 41 – Get Deady Lyrics

Get Deady Lyrics by Fivio Foreign & 41

[Intro]
(AyoAA)
(Verbxse made this beat)
Grrah

[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 credy
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 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 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 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, 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?
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
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 whe 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 out of line, we put him in his place, bitch
[Verse 4: Jenn Carter]
Choppers 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 Ms. 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’—
Yo Fivi, like what? Tell them 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)
Like, I’m with TaTa, he came with a— (Came with a—, came with a—)
Like, 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—

[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