Lyrics

[Chorus] Wok N' Red got me walkin dead Money on who? N*gga place the bet The streets want him cuz they know he ain't breakin bread He don't really want no problems he just sending texts Wok N' Red got me walkin' dead The streets want him cuz they know he ain't breakin bread [Pesos] Wok N' Red got me walkin dead Sendin bitches no sir I won't fall for that Big dog I just flipped over a German shepherd Floatin high as fuck on cloud 9 man this percy hittin I just served a n*gga blood all on the furniture Black belt with the chopstick, yea I earned it bro He off that Robitussin, n*ggas ain't pourin nothin I see the police comin', zoom off of one button Sport plus come in clutch Starin like you want problem we'll shoot off mean mugs I make more than you lil bro, let's compare our incomes I had to part ways but never will I ever cut my whiskers Always askin for a handout that's a broke n*gga symptom I could feel it in my gut n*ggas snakes they wanna chip me And fosurely they regret it but they never get no sympathy 223 762's he was meant for these [Chorus] Wok N' Red got me walkin' dead Money on who? N*gga place the bet The streets want him cuz they know he ain't breakin bread He don't really want no problems he just sending texts Wok N' Red got me walkin' dead The streets want him cuz they know he ain't breakin bread [Duffy] I just turned his block into the Walkin' Dead Stretch him out, somebody make his bed It's an awful lot shells these for macho man It's an awful lot of mud and blowers on my nightstand The shit I say be goin over head What's up in Neiman Marcus bag it'll crack your head Why this old n*gga talkin he ain't take his meds Just dropped 30 off at Rami n*ggas mad we bled Had to cut some n*ggas off Off the Mussle I'm 2Greedy still at heart For these diamonds on me, I'll do a n*gga like Bart It's a target on my back, I'm blicked up at Walmart This shit regular, shit just got janky I ain't break a sweat Put my youngin's in that rental told them "break a leg" Choppa make him go "uh" call it sexy red Smoke with us? He must be special ed [Chorus] Wok N' Red got me walkin dead Money on who? N*gga place the bet The streets want him cuz they know he ain't breakin bread He don't really want no problems he just sending texts Wok N' Red got me walkin dead The streets want him cuz they know he ain't breakin bread