[Intro]
Like...
I ain't... I ain't... I ain't talkin' 'bout... you trippin'
(I love you, Consent)
Everything my fault, after all you did to me
I ain't gon' lie

[Chorus]
And I know it get dangerous, know we can't change shit
You still the same bitch I fell in love with
Permanent drug scars, that make me love hard
How you break a thug heart, girl?
Sometimes I be thinkin', if I wrote you a letter, I'd feel better
You better respond and would that make me feel special?
My vendetta, you got me thinkin', go pick up my Beretta
Just to scare you, I'd nеver hurt you, but you gotta do better

[Verse]
Gotta swеar, I hold my breath when I smell love in the air
Fuck your mama, she steady textin', askin' why I ain't there
Fuck your problems, you wasn't there for me so why should I care?
Better solve 'em, they catchin' up to you, you gotta beware
Now you trippin', you on the 'Gram doin' shit for attention
Penny-pinchin', you mad at me 'cause I was keepin' my distance
Not to mention, I stayed down, bitch, and you went to switchin'
That's the difference, I'm havin' conversations, not in my feelings
Broken-hearted, I felt relief from the first day we departed
I wasn't sorry, I text your phone sayin' you can go back to Charlie
'Cause you caught, that player shit, you ain't as slick as you thought
On and off, I'm reminiscin' about pain that you brought
Talked to Dre, he say he seen you with Kim the other day
Tryna play, just tried to call me, please just give me my space
Ain't no talkin', and I don't text, so I block and I erase
Same shit over again, Lord, can I get out this place?
Same shit, keep goin' back, my brother told me to quit
I hit your phone, say, "You at home?", you act like I don't exist
I saw the message in your phone when he kept callin' you thick
You told me leave that shit alone, but you respond with a kiss
What a bitch
[Bridge]
Hold on, don't stop it
Huh, woah (I love you, Consent)
Woah, woah, oh, woah-woah-woah

[Chorus]
And I know it get dangerous, know we can't change shit
You still the same bitch I fell in love with
Permanent drug scars, that make me love hard
How you break a thug heart, girl?
Sometimes I be thinkin', if I wrote you a letter, I'd feel better
You better respond and would that make me feel special?
My vendetta, you got me thinkin', go pick up my Beretta
Just to scare you, I'd never hurt you, but you gotta do better

[Outro]
Gotta do better, better, better, yeah
You gotta do better, better, better, yeah, ooh