Fly Out YL (Rap)

[Intro:
'Cause I've got plenty heartaches of my own
I don't need you spillin' teardrops through my phone

[YL]
Yeah, it's getting cold out know what I'm sayin'
Might need to throw that jacket on
Babyman

[Verse 1: YL]
Yeah, we tore the summer down
Bring the winter in
While you were still bumpin' Cinnamon
I was up in Jersey with Roper Williams
Run my shit again, with no permission
I just do it like a Nike check
Peace to Nike techs
You might find me in some pricey sweats
Shorty girl gimme neck 'cause she like me yes
Slightly vexed baby fuckin' with my head again
Rock a sweater they salute me like a vet yeah
I pray to God I lay with God when its all said and done
Remember days that it was all fun this only bar one
Just a star gettin' caught up in the wrong things
These bitches pickin' like guitar strings whoa