Did Me Wrong

English translation

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