You should take this very personal

(Verse 1)
Bottegas are green
The hundreds are blue
Please don’t be fronting
Like you didn’t front on me too
I had a girl when we met
I liked you so much, would’ve left if you wanted me too
Say what you want about me
But u know I never let hoes get the one up on you
We used to cut up in traffic
We were a toxic attachment
I used to come to your crib, when you moved in
You had no couch just a mattress
You told me that you was in love wit a nigga jail
Girl you hustling backwards
Girl ur potential was massive
But u keep snorting that shit
Thought I could break you
Up out of that cycle
jump on plane with whoever invites you
How you gon tell me your soul ain’t for soul
You let any nigga with money entice you
Flying with bitches who don’t even like you
Fucking wit niggas that’s not even like you
I still don’t know how you slept on a nigga
Girl I know you must mix tequila with NyQuil
How we gon fly out to Paris and fight at the Eiffel
How u You say u the want a prince but you bad like Michael
Gotta be careful wit you, you not for beginners
Niggas be thinking they cold till they meet the winter

(Hook)
Damn, you took the gun and you aimed
Right my heart
Bang, bang, bang
Dang, You didn’t show any restraint
You didn’t even feel a thang
You left as quick as you came


(Verse 2)
Damn, How it take a year to get you and one night to lose you
You know if it came down to it I would choose you..
Not to confuse you,
I know that I should’ve never pursued you
You was just realer than what I was used to
Way you rejected me I wasn’t used to
Lucky charm when I was gambling
Porn star if they let cameras in
Remember u was down for anything
Treat the motel like the mandarin
How u leave a nigga man down
And u ain’t even call an ambulance
When u needed me I held it down
When I hit you now, you not answering
You just act on how you feel
And don’t care how nobody feel
You popping every pill except a reality pill
Hardly notice that you selling your soul
I could tell the truth you never been told
All you do is fuck, party, pop pills
Still moving like you 20 years old
Ha
I don’t really understand it
When the fuck your gon grow up
Know your mama begging you for grand kids
I could tell you really broken inside but it’s time to get you Ass a bandage
Why’d I even give the gun to you, when I knew that you would leave me branded

(Hook)