Lyrics Dead Head - Andy Kapps

What the fuck they talkin' bout
I'm just tryna have a toast, ridin' in the ghost, know I'm gonna do the most
Comin' to the top, I'm gonna boast, probably saw me blowin' smoke, no, that's a guarantee
Blowin' money, that's a fact, this a fuckin' tragedy
Turn ya to my casualty, ridin' with ya majesty, blowin' money casually
Paper chase a fax machine
Any beat I'm gettin on, I fuck it up, I fuck it up, and any beat I'm gettin' on, I fuck it up, I fuck it up

I'm home grown smokin', bad bone fuckin', know I be wakin' up just like this stuntin'
Stupid old bucket hat, babe got the bed spread, trip my fuckin' balls off
Party like a dead head
Like how dare you have the nerve, I'm steppin' off the curb, watch me swerve
As I'm gettin' everything that I deserve, and I so been on the verge
Never lookin' when I'm merge, somethin' like the purge, but I'm happy I can help you learn
Yeah, I'm about to flip, you been seein' me walkin' with this chip, yeah, let me brush it off
Ugh, I've been walkin' with this chip, brush it off

Homegrown smokin', bad bone fuckin'
Know I'm wakin' up every day like this, stay stuntin', stupid old bucket hat
Babe got the bed spread, trip my fuckin' balls off, party like a dead head

I just walk on dead animals, that's the fur, not at all concerned, know these motherfuckers learned
When they see these bridges burned, and I so been on the verge, you about to see me flip
I've been walkin' with this chip, I'm bout' to brush it off
Whoa, hold up, let me brush em' off, brush em' off, uh, I'm about to brush em' off, no come on, let's go, uh, uh
I'm about to brush em' off, brush em' off, yeah, I'm about to brush em' off

I'm bout' to brush em' off my shoulder, I'm ballin' like a baller, I'm rollin' like a stroller
And I'm only gettin' older now, holy cow, Andy Kapps got everybody gettin' down
Comin' in this bitch like where's my motherfuckin' crown
Stupid bucket seats and a stupid old bucket hat
Bunch of stupid money bags, where's my old duffles at
Let it recline, let the seats recline
And I'ma sip on fine wine and dine, while I'm still on my grind, y'all can keep frontin'
Jump to the front, yeah, just jump to the front, and I'ma keep these tracks spinnin'
Keep these tracks spinnin', keep these tracks spinnin', roll a blunt, and I stunt

I'm homegrown smokin', bad bone fuckin', know I'm wakin' up every day like this, stay stuntin'
Stupid old bucket hat, babe got the bedspread, trip my fuckin' balls off, party like a deadhead

I'm a deadhead, I'm a deadhead, I'm a deadhead, I'm a deadhead, I'm a deadhead
I'm a deadhead, I'm a deadhead, I'm a deadhead
I'm a deadhead, I'm a deadhead, I'm a deadhead, I'm a deadhead