Trackstar (QueMix)

[Intro]

Ayy, shoutout Mooski

Yeah

I know some track stars

Jacquees

You know, I ain't never had this shit happen

I had to speak on it though

Heart done broke so deep I had done broke it down into a blunt

You dig what I'm saying?

My heart is breaking

She ran out of-

Ran out of patience, yeah

Oh, oh, oh, mmm

Aye, it's Jacquees

[Chorus]

Think she a model, she love the cameras (Lights, camera, action)

She know how to act, need a cinema (Uh-huh)

Get on Instagram, then check her temper (Yeah)

She claim she ain't fucking with me

Dragging my name in the streets

That ain't your best friend, why you keep venting to Tokyo Vanity?

You ain't tweeting from your hеart

'Cause it's a differencе when you texting me

Got me in the club, throwing dollars, sipping, smoking, wrapping weed

Said I get you drunk, but that wasn't a problem when you was texting me, yeah (Texting me)

Tryna flex on me?

Girl, that ain't cool (Not cool)

I guess playing with me make you feel good

The shit I bought, I don't want it back, keep it, I'ma be good (Rich)

[Post-Chorus]

I'll give you back to the hood, yeah (Give you back though)

Flexing on the internet, you tweaking, oh (Yeah)

Twisting up my name, tryna air me out (Why you flexing on me?)

Oh, how I wish that we could hash it out (Wish we could)

Roll up a fonto, pass the blunt around (Roll that shit)

Oh, I miss the days when we would settle down, and (Wanna go back)

Plan the days when we would say our vows (Yeah, amen)

[Verse]

And, you want a real one but you're leaving one

You fuck another nigga, then I'm done for real

I, I, I, I, I

No more words

I leave our love in the shadows

Fuck it, I'll live dolo

Hope that other nigga die slow (Pow, pow, pow)

I, I, I, I, I

I put you first

You let these hoes become distractions (Whatever you desire)

'Cause they know your actions (Whatever you desire)

Don't give a fuck 'bout my reaction

[Chorus]

Think she a model, she love the cameras (Cameras)

She know how to act, need a cinema (Cinema)

Get on Instagram, then check her temper (Temper)

She claim she ain't fucking with me

Dragging my name in the streets (Oh, oh, oh, oh)

That ain't your best friend, why you keep venting to Tokyo Vanity? (Yeah)

You ain't tweeting from your heart

'Cause it's a difference when you texting me (Ooh, ooh, oh)

Got me in the club, throwing dollars, sipping, smoking, wrapping weed

Said I get you drunk, but that wasn't a problem when you was texting me, yeah (Oh, oh, yeah, texting me)

Tryna flex on me?

Girl, that ain't cool (Ain't cool, not cool, yeah)

I guess playing with me make you feel good (Make you feel good)

The shit I bought, I don't want it back, keep it, I'ma be good (I'ma be)

[Post-Chorus]

I'll give you back to the hood, yeah (The hood, yeah)

Flexing on the internet, you tweaking, oh (You tweaking)

Twisting up my name, tryna air me out (Oh, nah)

Oh, how I wish that we could hash it out (Hash it out)

Roll up a fonto, pass the blunt around (Yeah)

Oh, I miss the days when we would settle down, and (Settle down)

Plan the days when we would say our vows (Oh)

[Outro]

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

If you hear this song, you know this for you

Sincerely, Que, love