Wok N’ Dead OTM

[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