Did Me Wrong (Slowed Down)

I wrote this song for the last ** 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 nineteen, I grown up

** 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 ** 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 ** bag and not a zip bag

But ** that **, I wrote this song for the, ha

I wrote this song for the last ** that did me wrong

Hate that I met her even though I know she know 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, **, 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 eighty

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 got a ringtone

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 ** 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 ** 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 nineteen, I grown up

** 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