This might (Huh)

This might cause an argument after I say this

But last night, I called my ex when I was faded (Ah, yeah)

And maybe I'm bein' too truthful right now

Because every time that you play this

It's gon' fill your heart up with hatred (Yeah, ooh-ooh)

Okay, mind you, I'm the most hated

Talkin' down on me online, but in real life, you know I'm your favorite

You were to write me a thank you letter, it'd be long as the motherfuckin' yellow pages

And it still wouldn't be enough, I won't take it

I used to love you, now I fuckin' hate you

It's crazy

I used to buy you stilettos and Birkins

I don't know why 'cause you wouldn't be here if I was hurtin'

I tried to erase you out my mind, all things was fine 'til I closed the curtain

I used to look at you like a God, knowin' damn well you an average person

I can't deal when you get blacked out like a thick bedroom curtain

Lookin' strong on the outside, but the inside of you hurtin'

Shit got way too complicated, I just want to moist you out like lotion

Do your new man have motion?

I heard he be sippin' on green and yellow like he really support Oakland

When I'm high, I don't like to be social

But for you, I did it to get closer

I feel sorry for him

'Cause I set the bar real high, yeah, I had you coastal

I bossed up on you just like I told you

Went to Paris, now I don't even know you

Walkin' 'round in this bitch like I owe you

Doin' everything that you're supposed to

Yeah, this might

This might cause an argument after I say this, huh

But last night, I called my ex when I was faded

And maybe I'm bein' too truthful right now

Because every time that you play this

It's gon' fill your heart up with hatred, I know

I know she saw the pictures of us out in public

She hit me like, "Was this all just for nothing?"

Trust me, that was a difficult discussion

I'm at this party, I don't know nobody

And I'm on some shit that is not for consumption

Stop tryna argue and make assumptions

We could be doing something more productive, uh

I'll take you to Turks, no TSA clearance

I'ma show you I'm serious

I get my assistants to handle your errands

Grateful for your parents (Uh-huh)

When it come to you, no, I'm not sharin' (Uh-huh)

I'ma put you so deep in Bottega, get rid of that old shit you was wearin' (Hm)

Change your number, your old **** toast (Hm)

And I'm obviously doin' the most for you

Baby girl, 'cause you deserve it

You keep me calm when I'm nervous (Uh-huh)

I never second guess making any kind of purchase on you (For sure)

I treat you like I'm tryna bribe ya (For sure)

Double Cs on your visor (For sure)

You're better looking than a model (For sure)

Yeah, this might

This might cause an argument after I say this, huh

But last night, I called my ex when I was faded

And maybe I'm bein' too truthful right now

Because every time that you play this

It's gon' fill your heart up with hatred, I know