STEVE NASH FLOW Yung Keeta (Ft. 3nvy)

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