[Intro]
(Boy)

[Chorus: Gunna]
I’m so hurt you did me wrong
I shoulda left yo' ass alone
I had to sit and write a song
I know you prayed I wouldn’t be on
But I coulda gave you what you want
Woulda paid yo' bills every single month
I had your back girl, why you front?
I really thought you was the one, oh, oh

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Coulda gave you everything you asked for
Yeah, bossed you up, put you in that Jaguar
Cop you a new crib, you livin' no landlord
Take a jet up sea, hope you got your passport
Said “Fuck that bitch”, now I’m fuckin' on every whore
I’m kickin' my shit, gettin' fly, I’m airborne
Been gettin' this money, my n***a, I want more
Ain’t stuntin' these bitches, why these n***as payin' for 'em?
You go out sad all on your own
I let you make my place at home
Now I pray and hopе you gone, oh, oh
[Chorus: Gunna]
I’m so hurt you did me wrong
I shoulda left yo' ass alonе
I had to sit and write a song
I know you prayed I wouldn’t be on
But I coulda gave you what you want
Woulda paid yo' bills every single month
I had your back girl, why you front?
I really thought you was the one, oh, oh

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Coulda held you down, made sure you maintained
I don’t want you now, I got my mind made
You can gon' head and ride, I don’t want hear bye, hey
I’m cool and fresh, I’m just like Colgate
Need separation, I want more space
Girl, you two faced, you can’t be tamed
I held you down and it’s a damn shame
This so fucked up, but you gon' feel the pain
I doubled up, got a young n***a straight
I knew you would do better, babe
Without you, I’m doin' better, bae

[Chorus: Gunna]
I’m so hurt you did me wrong
I shoulda left yo' ass alone
I had to sit and write a song
I know you prayed I wouldn’t be on
But I coulda gave you what you want
Woulda paid yo' bills every single month
I had your back girl, why you front?
I really thought you was the one, oh, oh
[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Yeah, I chose my double cup over you (Believe that)
Almost let you take me from my crew
You didn’t have to move a finger, fuck a school
Yeah, these black diamonds like a bumble bee
I’ma [?] person, can’t you come for me (What you got?)
Patek on my wrist, big face, a coupe keys
Put a solar system ring on your finger, bitch, yes
Slime, you got a hundred of these, yes
Want ninety percent of those freak, yes, yes
And ninety percent are married, yes, yes
Just tryna make you gon' on, on

[Chorus: Gunna]
I’m so hurt you did me wrong
I shoulda left yo' ass alone
I had to sit and write a song
I know you prayed I wouldn’t be on
But I coulda gave you what you want
Woulda paid yo' bills every single month
I had your back girl, why you front?
I really thought you was the one, oh, oh

[Outro]
(Boy)