Did Me Wrong

I wrote this song for the last bitch that did me wrong I can't believe your turned your back when I was all alone The feds took my friends from me and I was on my own They gon' try to take our swag, but they could never clone us The richest in my family, at 19, I grown up Niggas call for me and I don't even pick my phone up Don't want no company 'cause lately ain't been feelin' no one They plan on slumpin' me, but comfortably, we keep it on us I think of Butta every single time that I perform And I put on different Saint Laurent for my cologne It's hard to tell if niggas jealous if they never met us I don't know if I should take a picture or put 'em on a stretcher Headshot, you all alone, no time to send a message When you feel it in your bones the only time you regret it Highbridge, we got big swag, I know you big mad Luckily it was a shit bag and not a zip bag But fuck that shit, I wrote this song for the-, ha I wrote this song for the last bitch that did me wrong Hate that I met her even though I know she knew me better Everything Biggavelli, brand-new Benz coupes Can't even blame you if you cross me 'cause I sin too I pray to God for all this money that I ran through You think you shinin' in the light, well, bitch, I lamp too Get a 'Mani, catch a flight right to Cancún It was hard to ride the wave, but I swam through On a PJ, me and all my damn goons I'm so high, I feel like landin' on the damn moon Baby, we ride, goin' back to back in Phantoms I don't want you to call me crazy, baby, call me Hussein The big body heavy, it needed two lanes Two frames, Cartier glasses, I see right through things One thing that you can never call me is plain, hey Plain Jane Patek Philippe, it'll cost you everything A-B-double O-G-I-E, OD Louis, baby Ooh, she crazy, I'ma be DTB 'til I'm probably 80 Probably cost me half a milli' and I go to Saudi, baby I'm leaving on a jet plane and I don't know when I'll be coming back here, baby It's not you, it's me, I started moving so toxic lately Hoes and these streets got me so cold-hearted lately Too soon, this lifestyle too soon And lil' mama said it was too soon to get that two-tone Cuban link, yellow and white or the rose gold Got you them precise cut diamonds, they get a ring to 'em And I got Murder Bravado up on my legs, ooh And that SF90 ain't got no legroom She broke my heart into pieces like it was a pencil Quit showin' off and let me fuck your friend soon I keep a tooly on my waist like a utensil I put them rocks around your neck just like a flintstone We started off with True Religions with the Balmain Wanna be different, I say Lanvin, you say Lanvin I wrote this song for the last bitch that did me wrong I can't believe your turned your back when I was all alone The feds took my friends from me and I was on my own They gon' try to take our swag, but they could never clone us The richest in my family, at 19, I grown up Niggas call for me and I don't even pick my phone up Don't want no company 'cause lately ain't been feelin' no one They plan on slumpin' me, but comfortably, we keep it on us