Coulda Been U

[Intro]
(De'ion got that sauce)
(Prynce, turn it up)

[Verse 1: Haviah Mighty]
My level-up dirty, the first thing to note
She see me work on my vertical growth
She see my journey and hurting for dough
She look me up, said she heard of me before
She found a bop that she listen to
Make her dance with no top in the living room
She a fan, and she watch all my interviews
Now she hang by the bar when I'm in the room
And I make myself way too accessible
I'm just hugging a fan, won't let go of my hand
And she say that I'm way too incredible
I can see that she making it sexual
Initially, I'm going for it, she fire
The convo flowing, and I know she admire me
Little did I know that shorty was trying me
Asked if I'm open to privacy
She got a secret in her eyes like there's something that she concealing or she hiding
But we ain't equal in her mind, I don't even see the demon that's inside her
She full of deceit
Her man in the crowd while I got her backstage and she all in my ear saying, "Pull up on me"
I'm peeping the play, he looking for her while she looking for me
Look, I don't need shoulda, coulda, woulda bitches
Imagine she could be fucking with my riches
You bound to be stood up, can't fuck up my business
I want you tonight, but I don't want the digits
I know you look fly and I was kinda smitten
But moving twice shy 'cause I was already bitten
Look at you burning all these fucking bridges
I see you hurting, I ain't even with it

[Chorus: Haviah Mighty]
Coulda been you
Said it coulda been you
It coulda been you
It coulda been you
Coulda been you
You, you
And I can see what's on your mind, fine, what you gon' suggest?
Want a ride or a little time or a little sex
You a lie, you a little fly sitting on the desk
You a crime, you on demon time
I'ma never text you
You, you

[Verse 2: Astrokidjay]
It could've been you, it could've been me
I done got off my ass, I ain't go home for weeks
When I jumped off the porch, I ain't go home for weeks
Had to run me a bag, I want Patek Philippes
I want a Rollies and brand new APs
And I dropped out of school 'cause it wasn't for me
I was getting them racks, I was flipping them Ps
Bitch, I feel like Tony, I only trust me
I don't par with them niggas, I'm just running up figures
Yeah, I ball like the Knicks, I go out and they ask for a flick
I feel like I made it, I ain't even rich
When you go up and make it, they say you switched
All them bridges, I burned 'em, I don't give a shit
It was me and my dog, hundred racks, so we split
It was me and Haviah, hundred racks in the VIP
Astro the Kid, so I pull up in spaceships
Gucci, Prada, I'm in the latest
My shit like lava, your shit outdated
I feel like the G.O.A.T., I feel like the greatest
Take a shot of the Henny, now I'm feeling faded
No negative energy in my oasis
Astro, Haviah, we ain't come to play, bitch
I go purchase black diamonds, but I'm not a racist
Yeah, uh, you didn't believe in me
But I forgive you, you're family
If I eat, you gon' eat, you my family
It could've been me, but I chose us
McLaren the coupe with the doors up
I go through pain, I just pour up
Yeah, this life give me cold heart

[Chorus: Haviah Mighty]
Coulda been you
Said it coulda been you
It coulda been you
It coulda been you
Coulda been you
You, you
And I can see what's on your mind, fine, what you gon' suggest?
Want a ride or a little time or a little sex
You a lie, you a little fly sitting on the desk
You a crime, you on demon time
I'ma never text you
You, you