Me and you, we was on the deep end
'Member I started from the weekends
You turned to the shooter, I ain't had no defense
Yeah, now we ain't speaking
That's what I said, girl, we was on the deep end
You packed your bags, started leaving
Subliminal tweeting
Intentional cheating
Every time I talk, you say that I'm reaching
Everything I say, I feel like I repeat it
Oh my God, Déjà Vu when I'm speaking
Yeah, now my money increasing
And our convos still get heated
Think the devil tryin' defeat us
Saint Laurent shades so they cannot see us
All the VETEMENTS, they cannot out dress us
All the Rick Owens, they cannot out step us
Ooh, count that money then I flex up
I still love you, but what you did is kinda messed up