From the Heart

[Intro]
Gibbo
Ayy, YMAR
Hello?
Bro, why're you still calling me?
Thing is, I know what you did yesterday
I'm already fucking other bitches, so
I'm not taking you back
Bye Bye

[Chorus]
Yeah
Nigga, I'm better than hoes with they hearts so cold 'cause they ain't got shit going for them
Lovin' all day, but they thottin' all night, nigga there ain't no bitch that's loyal
Tryin' not to fight, but they gripe gripe gripe, because to them you just not important
All they think is nice is them likes likes likes and them niggas in their DM's whoring
But I'm over that
Bossin' up, I got to keep scoring
They ain't givin' nothing but some pussy and some loving nigga, I suggest you just ignore it
I ain't hating on these bitches but I'm playing all these bitches 'cause my last one left me so torn
They be shallow, they be vicious, wouldn't fuck at the beginning, got my bag up now they give me glory (Yeah, Skips talk to 'em)

[Verse]
(Yeah, Wassup, Huh)
Got my bag up, now they give me glory
I was mad 'bout a bitch, I was sad like a simp, but I realized I just had to keep goin'
Got my bag, gettin' rich, now these gnats on my dick, I was dry but now I'm leavin' them on open
And you chase ass and the tits, well that's what I get, while you chasin' them and I don't show emotion (And that's just facts)
My bust down wrist is cold as fuck you'd think it's snowing
MGM, I got it holdin' up my jeans, you know it's golden
Activis I'm pouring up the potion
Y'all be sipping Benadryl while I'm in outer space floatin'
Call me Cam Newton, bitch, I'm goated
Smokin' runtz it's color coated, got me straight up out of focus
I'm startin' to get hotter than the solar
I'm still cold like Minnesota, with the drip and with the whores
Yea, Ooh Oh Ooh Oh
These bitches ain't shit, but y'all all know this
Wouldn't suck my dick 'til I popped my shit, but I popped off quick, so they on my dick
Tryna leech up off the cash so awfully quick, so once I hit Imma block this chick
She be claimin' me now, that is not my bitch
Cause she was not found when I was so down, so hit
Explain that shit
I don't think I'll fall in love again, no way
Rollie wrist, designer on my fit, I'm payed
Bitches treatin' me like niggas treat Beyonce
It's too late for y'all to hop on-wave
I been grindin' for so long I came a long way
And results is starting to show, it's still a long way
But like Triple H, I gotta stay on my game (Yeah, Skips talk to 'em)

[Pre-Chorus]
Ain't nobody wanna see me up but me
People tryna put me down every single chance they get, but bitch you cannot tug me
I used to think these shorties was all lovey-dovey
'Til I went and fucked around and let them bitches dub me
Then I ghosted all them hoes and now they say they want me
Psh, I don't want your pussy, baby, I just want cheese
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah
Nigga, I'm better than hoes with they hearts so cold 'cause they ain't got shit going for them
Lovin' all day, but they thottin' all night, nigga there ain't no bitch that's loyal
Tryin' not to fight, but they gripe gripe gripe, because to them you just not important
All they think is nice is them likes likes likes and them niggas in their DM's whoring
But I'm over that
Bossin' up, I got to keep scoring
They ain't givin' nothing but some pussy and some loving nigga, I suggest you just ignore it
I ain't hating on these bitches but I'm playing all these bitches 'cause my last one left me so torn
They be shallow, they be vicious, wouldn't fuck at the beginning, got my bag up now they give me glory (Yeah, Skips talk to 'em)