Yeah, Dexter
Yeah
Dexter, yeah
(RT, you good, bro?)
Everybody wanna flex, know they ain't real, ah
Ah, ah, Dexter, ah (oh yeah, oh, my God)

Everybody wanna flex, know they ain't real, huh
I be so high, I be off them pills
Run up on me, swear to God you'll get killed, huh
Why you so lame, not even in the field? Huh
Remember last year I was walking
I was on the phone talking
My homie got shot while we was walking
Yeah, oh my God, yeah, yeah

Everyday I'm riding wit that Glock, yeah
Everyday I'm riding wit a mop, yeah
I catch an opp, swear to God he get shot, yeah
I'm so paranoid, yeah I'm sipping wock, yeah
To my face now I'm leaned out
Pop me a Perc', yeah I'm Perc'd out
I wanna go up her skirt now
Every girl, she a flirt now
How will she get down? Yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, but all the shit ain't true, yeah
But you can be my boo
I'm countin' money, let's hop on a jet and go

Everybody wanna flex, know they ain't real, huh
I be so high, I be off them pills
Run up on me, swear to God you'll get killed, huh
Why you so lame, not even in the field? Huh
Remember last year I was walking
I was on the phone talking
My homie got shot while we was walking
Yeah, oh my God, yeah, yeah

Remember them days I was walking
Remember them days I was talking to my mama
Told my mama, I'mma make it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I made it
Look up in the sky, ma, I miss you
I wish I could kiss you
Ah, be careful, I get on my knees and I love you, yeah
One day I'mma see you again
You niggas not my friends, ain't my friends
I know mom, you want me to win
Take care of my kids, and that's what I did

Everybody wanna flex, know they ain't real, huh
I be so high, I be off them pills
Run up on me, swear to God you'll get killed, huh
Why you so lame, not even in the field? Huh
Remember last year I was walking
I was on the phone talking
My homie got shot while we was walking
Yeah, oh my God, yeah, yeah

Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God, Dexter yeah

Oh, and I'ma scream it until I'm dead
I don't wanna live without you
Every time you see, them hoes watchin'
Now every scene they be calling
Your bitch on my dick, yeah, she stalking
Oh my God, oh my God
Remember them days, yeah, yeah
I was getting money like, yeah, yeah
Catch me an opp that's trouble, yeah
Shh, Dexter
Oh my God

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Writer(s): Dexter Tiewon Jr. Gore