Lyrics
You don dey ball, flex
I no dey call, text
I don dey pop, vex
You gats adapt, sense
Who be that hoe? Ex
She dey my house, swear
Omo after I chop, rest
The matter na dead (down)
That matter na dead (down)
The matter na dead (down)
The matter na dead (down)
The matter na dead (down)
The matter na dead (down)
The matter na dead (down)
Hit up Amaka and friends
She be calling for the flex
Ex is coming for revenge
Odikwa very intense
This shit could get me deprived
That na even if I send
That na even if I care
Yeah, my attitude is rare
I no dey call, I dey text
To keep Amaka in check
Catch feelings hit eject
Keep it private, no be jet
She don dey cast on a reg
Sote the pastor dey hear
Even Imam go dey fear
Still the matter na dead
You don de ball, flex
I no dey call, text
I don dey pop, vex
You gats adapt, sense
Who be that hoe? Ex
She dey my house, swear
Omo after I chop, rest
The matter na dead
That matter na dead
The matter na dead
The matter na dead
The matter na dead
The matter na dead
The matter na dead
Dead