Lyrics of 'Trackstar (Quemix)' by Jacquees

Ayy, shoutout Mooski
(Respectfully speakin')
Yeah
(You wasn't gonna do another one of these and I'm not on it)
Jacquees
(I mean it feel like a Gangsta Grillz)
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 to a blunt
You dig what I'm sayin'?
(Let's get to work)

My heart is breakin'
She ran out of-
Ran out of patience, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, mmm
Ayy, it's Jacquees (Gangsta Grillz)
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 fuckin' with me, draggin' my name in the streets
That ain't your best friend, why you keep ventin' to Tokyo Vanity?
You ain't tweetin' from your heart 'cause it's a difference when you textin' me
Got me in the club, throwin' dollars, sippin', smokin' rapper weed
Say I get too drunk, but that wasn't a problem when you was textin' me, yeah

Tryna flex on me?
Girl, that ain't cool (not cool)
I guess playin' with me make you feel good
The shit I bought, I don't want it back, keep it, I'ma be good (rich)
I'll give you back to the hood, yeah
Flexin' on the internet, you tweakin', oh (yeah)
Twistin' up my name, tryna air me out (why you flexin' on me?)
Oh, how I wish we could hash it out (wish we could)
Roll up a fronto, pass the blunt around (roll that shit)
Oh, I miss the days when we would settle down, and
Plan the days when we would say our vows (wanna get married?)
You want a real one but you're leavin' one, and
You fuck another nigga, then I'm done for real

I, I, I, I, I
Baby, no more words
I'll 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 (give you whatever you desire)
'Cause they know your actions (give you whatever you desire)
Don't give a fuck 'bout my reaction
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 fuckin' with me, draggin' my name in the streets (oh-oh, oh)
That ain't your best friend, why you keep ventin' to Tokyo Vanity?
You ain't tweetin' from your heart 'cause it's a difference when you textin' me (ooh-ooh)
Got me in the club, throwin' dollars, sippin', smokin' rapper weed
Say I get too drunk, but that wasn't a problem when you was textin' me, yeah

Tryna flex on me?
Girl, that ain't cool (ain't cool, not cool, yeah)
I guess playin' 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)
I'll give you back to the hood, yeah (the hood, yeah)
Flexin' on the internet, you tweakin', oh (you tweakin')
Twistin' up my name, tryna air me out (oh, nah)
Oh, how I wish we could hash it out (hash it out)
Roll up a fronto, 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)
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh
If you hearin' this song, you know this for you