STEVE NASH FLOW

Oh Dexter, Dexter

[Verse 1: Keeta]
I'm in my closet I'm making this cash I don't care what they say (Uh)
You talking down but honestly you just are secretly gay (What)
Sippin these threes you calling me Trae (Yeah)
I got your girlfriend she calling me bae
She calling me babe I'm not talking no Ruth
Run up on me and I show you the truth
I feel like I'm Beiber way back in his prime
I'm making cash and I don't gotta try
You said that I cap but man why would I lie
I'm with your girl and she know what I like
I just be out and I'm moving like freight train
If he talk down then we giving him brain pain
Wake up and I make the cash it's a great day
I'm just chilling put a pint in thе Gatorade
Pull up in the Jeep
I don't evеn gotta go, I don't gotta sleep
R.I.P. Gus, man R.I.P. Peep
You want it slow, you going down steep
I feel like Trippie 'cause I'm in too deep
She taking my soul man R.I.P. me
Makin' this music and then it get leaked
I don't really care make it back in a week

[Chorus: Keeta]
My wrists on water
Magic, Harry Potter
I be with your daughter
And then she get slaughtered
I'm in my Prada
Dolce & Gabbana
Shout out [?]
I won't stop getting hotter
Shawty want me for my cash, yeah
I'm balling like I'm Steve Nash, yeah
Honestly all of you trash, yeah
Putting you all in the past, yeah

[Verse 2: 3nvy]
Record in my closet like my name was Keeta
Running them beams, run like a cheetah
Stuck [?] I am a freezer
Know I'm the man, bitch feel like Cezar
Hips so strapped up, hip got a heater
Hit that boy yeah I know he a bleeder
Stack my guap for a car, two seater
Thats long guap I'ma buy me a beamer
Drill him if he talkin' out his mouth yeah he a capper
Really from the block yeah we claim nation we attackers (Yeah, uh)
Sticks and hollow tips you heard the song yeah we [?]
And we want it catch a body if you talkin' out your neck, bruh

[Chorus: Keeta]
My wrists on water
Magic, Harry Potter
I be with your daughter
And then she get slaughtered
I'm in my Prada
Dolce & Gabbana
Shout out [?]
I won't stop getting hotter
Shawty want me for my cash, yeah
I'm balling like I'm Steve Nash, yeah
Honestly all of you trash, yeah
Putting you all in the past, yeah

[Verse 3: Keeta]
Dab on my chopper I'm going out bussing
Stay with my gang I stay right by my cousins
He been hiding so we going out huntin'
Yeah, always a [?]
Skrt, woah

Hey dexter