The Matter

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