Heart Strings (Intro)

Last freak just fumbled that If she come to you then keep her, ion want her back Have fun with that, don't trust the rat My new fine shyt that, no fuckin bap If you thinking you the prize please humble down Blew my line, tag toe suicide, she running laps She just distract me, won't double back A new slut come draft day, I'ma sub you out No more fuckin round, get back to the money now An ounce is on the house for every zip I spend, then front a pound I'm the number one pick they was fussin bout You a couple down, jus be living in my fuckin shadow Role playing ass Niggas set you up to cross you, don't bait the jab Shells ejecting and extract so don't flagrant foul You sent shots that can't count, go on take it back Pole I stay with that, but no shaking ass Agent 001 KY, off the waist with fllddaat You get paid to get act? You fake with no pape to add Ian tryna go commercial, I'ma stay the track F*ck the clout, Byrie goin underground Struggled til I bubbled, I'd rather take the hustle route She love me now, and I don't love her back My heart on my sleeve, her heart on my strings, it's still none attached She a bad mother- shut yo mouth