Fivio Foreign, Kyle Richh, 41 - Get Deady (Lyrics)

♫ Fivio Foreign, Kyle Richh, 41 - Get Deady ▪️ Discover similar songs on Spotify: ▪️Stream/Download: ◼️ Support Solitude: Instagram: Facebook: Spotify: ◼️ Connect with Fivio Foreign: Twitter - TikTok - @fivioforeign ◼️Lyrics: ayoaa verbxse made this beat go yo, stop, i’m off a pill don’t ask, i don’t know how to chill ni**as 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 ni**as 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 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 ni**a go in a deli i’m the first ni**a call bitches wetty (wetty) none of these ni**as don’t give me no credit but one of these ni**as 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 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 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 f*ck 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 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 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 with pepsi well, i’m in the cut mixin’ wocky with sprite i might shoot at his feet, make a ni**a get light (boom) why would you come to the gunfight with a knife? (grrah, boom) she let me f*ck [?] 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 ni**as 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 f*ck, 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’ ni**as plate when i back out my knocka, ni**as 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 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— 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 #FivioForeign #JennCarter #KyleRichh #TaTa #Lyrics #SolitudeSongs #HipHop #Rap #Rnb Contact for submissions, business inquiries, copyright issues, etc. @