BTG Pasto - Deadman Wok'n Lyrics

Aye Pasto stop playing,

Could make a killing off my call log
I can't wait til we all ball
Dick in Glock spit raw dog
He trip off OXY nod off
All them boys is cap just like his drip that boy rock knock off
I been sipping hi-tech on my couch shit w my socks off
I love my hood boy I got y'all
Throw these racks out the roof bitch I feel like a top dog
I'm off a Roxy I'm getting my rocks off
Reach in my pocket and she getting knocked off
Smell like some Baccarat and pound of glue
This a big body this is not a coupe
This a pint of red this is not juice
Still on the same shit aint nun new

I'm a deadman wok'n
I get geeked up often
Immune to my addictions
I ain't even coughing
I'm still drinking syrup
Soda pop'n
Two 4s dropping
Two phones popping

All this lil shit don't mean nun to me
None you niggas did none for me
Ain't got free time ain't nothing for free
So I'm finna cash out ain't got A limit
I did the dash in ain't got a limit
I'm getting back in it when I'm finish, uh
Ain't talking to money so change up the subject
Run up these racks and give it right back to my son and some niggas I f*ck w
Shit got deeper I'm getting back stab but some niggas I love and grew up w
I try to tell one of my dogs to get money but he just be steady on f*ck shit
Ain't hitting no function w out this bitch right on my side and these side effects punching
(Got a free mind no tems)
Got roll down the tint cuz I'm booted up in this bitch bussin
Every zone I crush it
Scrape all the extras when I cut it
He think that he lit he outside w a Two-liter of tussin
Bitch suck me my feelings not up for discussion, I love you but also love getting this money

I'm a deadman wok'n
I get geeked up often
Immune to my addictions
I ain't even coughing
I'm still drinking syrup
Soda pop'n
Two 4s dropping
Two phones popping