Video Dexter Jackson de Aka Wuzi 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Aka Wuzi - Dexter Jackson Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Money on ya head!
It’s a racky
Shots ringing
Got ya neighbors thinking they Iraqi
The opposition trippin'
I bring it to fruition
The beef
The stroganoff been cookin' in the kitchen
Got the swerve when I’m whippin'
Not hitting below the belt
Might use one to pick you off
Man coverage Roosevelt
I waved and then I left
Dawg, I thought I was X
If you tryna play with me
Boy, you better bring ya best
You wanna play? Yeah, you gon' need a battery pack
Like SD said
Pull Up On Em', getting attacked, whacked, smacked
Not by me, son
I’m wide like Keyshawn
But I’m Dexter Jackson if we talking MVP, son
The young buck, blowing up like a land mine
In Arizona with Dantrell like what’s a tan line?
Googs, can you film this laser flip? I’m tryna land mine
Kalund & Kalehl, I shoot around in my down time
And give you front row tickets to Mac Miller
The kid Wu, I been iller than Coro- (Nah, I ain’t gon’ say that)
But I ain’t gonna save you
This '14' on my back was telling me that I should slay you
This '14' on my back just like Thierry in that O2
But Los, Sena, Chiyaka, KD?
London stay blue
Orange B on me like fifteen, Chris Henry
Sixteen like Malik how I’m coming to defeat like
(Seventeen's a bitch, red eighty!)

[Verse 2]
And I’m out, gone (out, gone)
I stay with elites like the Dapper Don
P90 made me say dracarys before it spray, come on
My girl a Khalessi
Yours is just a pawn
But let me switch it up
This energy I’m cooking on
When the last time you heard a beat and just restart the song?
(“Money on ya head!”)
It’s a racky? I’m snappin'
Need two M’s on my head like Trey Hansen
Or the young Buc'
Put me wide like I’m Tyler Johnson
If it’s open Ima shoot my shot like Tayler though
Praying on my downfall gon' change my behavior
I’m preying like a hawk to guarantee that you a failure
I make it hard to breathe and then break your inhaler
I’ll derail ya
Kicked away his .38
That Jalen Rima, Jalen Nailor
No Wake, oh
Don’t wanna be you
Don’t go to Baylor
Now I’m looking in the mirror cause this taper fade from Taylor
Got me in another zoney zone
Put you on the ropes
Get me lit
You still need air support
I see you popping smoke
It don’t matter
No service, no data
I’m standing two feet on the top rung of the ladder
I thought I saw God so I leaned and tried to hug him
Then he turned around and sweet chin music’d me off the top of it
Got me humbled me quick
I’m not buggin'
Triple black, stack money Klan
I’m Amber London
Yes sir, stay low motherfuckin' key
But still a monster
Rockstar with the energy
Andre Johnson, Tennessee
Before it turned to NRG
And if we talkin' Houston
RIP Pimp C
RIP Whitney
RIP Delle, Skyln, Knife, Tylor, Auntie Natalie, Emily
I know I missed a few
Saying anymore will sadden me
But RIP to anyone who think that they can rattle me
I don’t care if you think that I won’t blow up
You always wanna talk about me 'til I show up
Or 'til I go up and get that bitch
Lil Leslie had grow up and forget that [CENSORED]
Lil Leslie tryna tell me not to swear when I rap
But I swear, if I see you it’s a wrap
Burrito, taco shells ring ya bell
Man, let’s just leave it at that