Lyrics Did Me Wrong - A Boogie wit da Hoodie

I wrote this song for the last - that did me wrong
I can't believe you 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
-s 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 n- 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 f- that sh-, 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 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, -, 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 leavin' on a jet plane and I don't know when I'll be comin' back here, baby
It's not you, it's me, I started movin' so toxic lately
- 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 f- 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 you 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
-s 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