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conversations.value: Write me a song called Dead Shot with the following description: On “Dead Shot,” NAV and Lil Uzi Vert trade verses back-to-back threatening opponents, detailing their narcotic use, and repping where they’re from over an up-beat instrumental.
  The track was initially previewed on May 30, 2021, through NAV’s label manager, Cash’s Instagram story. It was known to fans under the name “Bless You.” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
  Yeah
  Yeah
  Yeah (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
  Let's go (Let's go)
  [Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
  Shootout with a vest, but that boy, he still caught a headshot (Oh-oh)
  Bro can shoot from down the street, his nickname, yeah, is "Dead Shot" (Oh-oh)
  Bro just chased the opp until his legs stop
  I just fucked his thot and I just hit her with that 
  leg lock
  , yeah (Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh)
  [Post-Chorus: NAV]
  My chest hurtin' when I be tokin' 'cause I'm smokin' dead opps
  He think he a shotta, hit his top and take his dreads off
  And I got these Perkies in my pocket like I'm tryna get these meds off
  Me and Lil Uzi stackin' up so much guap, we'll pay the feds off
  [Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert & 
  NAV
  ]
  Evеry time I do somethin' right, they try to say I'm dеad wrong
  I could fuck your lil' bitch in my whip, I treat it like my bedroom
  Pulled up in a coupe, no, I didn't have no headroom
  My niggas about that murder gang, 
  I call it redrum
  She let me hit in the car, you know that backseat got some leg room
  I just took half a pill from Pluto, and I went to Neptune
  When I'm lackin' confidence, my diamonds comin' to the rescue
  Got shooters that watch my back, every time I sneeze, they be like, "Bless you" (
  Bow
  )
  Put a check right on your head, no reason for me just to check you
  Got cash on me like XO, I don't know what no lil' check do
  And he could sneeze up on his song, but I still would not bless you
  Walkin' on this beat and I ain't even got no dress shoes
  The way that your girl be toppin' me off, I could tell she don't respect you
  Fuckin' her like a dog
  , she at my house, she watch my pets, too
  Just got a brand new uzi, I'm with Uzi and we got TECs too
  Lots of water on my neck and 
  I could easily get you wet
   too
   (Let's go) [Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
  Shootout with a vest, but that boy, he still caught a headshot
   (Oh-oh)
  Bro can shoot from down the street, his nickname, yeah, is "Dead Shot" (Oh-oh)
  Bro just chased the opp until his legs stop
  I just fucked his thot and I just hit her with that leg lock, yeah (Yeah, oh, oh, oh)
  [Post-Chorus: NAV]
  My chest hurtin' when I be tokin' 'cause I'm smokin' dead opps (Opps)
  He think he a shotta, hit his top and take his dreads off
  And I got these Perkies in my pocket like I'm tryna get these meds off
  Me and Lil Uzi stackin' up so much guap, we'll pay the—
  [Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
  Stack it up, stack it up, stack it up, stack it up, stack it up, stack it up, stack it up, stack it
  Stackin' up this fuckin' paper, to get to the top, you gon' need elevator
  If you get to the top, yeah, come with the fade, if you get to the top, yeah, come with some haters
  I was not good in school, but I'm stackin' the paper
  Low land, 1600 shit
  Yeah, she give me brain, that's a scholarship
  She don't know my name, but she love this dick
  I'm too fuckin' rich, I might pop my shit
  Every time I pop my collar, yeah, it complement the fit
  [Verse 3: NAV & 
  Lil Uzi Vert
  ]
  Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up, stepped on my Nikes, I'm gettin' a check
  Havin' this money is really a flex, 1600 to the Rex', yeah
  I know she fuckin' with all of the rappers, but long as you tell me she love me the best
  There ain't no contest, I'm gettin' my content, I love when she on it, she givin' me sex
  Always use condoms, got Fendi pajamas, treat hoes like my problems, I put 'em to bed
  I'm gettin' moody, I know she too bougie, she don't use a manual when she go to kitch'
  I gotta get on my habits and check, had to go to the jet, couldn't walk up the steps
  Go to the trap, I feel used to the Tes', I got birdies that fly far away from the nest (Yeah, yeah, 
  yeah, let's go
  ) [Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
  Shootout with a vest, but that boy, he still caught a headshot (Yeah, oh)
  Bro can't shoot from down the street, his nickname, yeah, is "Dead Shot" (Yeah, oh, woah)
  Bro just chased the opp until his legs stop (What? What?)
  I just fucked his thot and I just hit her with that leg lock, yeah (Yeah)