Текст песни Did Me Wrong (Slowed Down) - A Boogie wit da Hoodie

I wrote this song for the last bitch 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
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 about her 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 gotta 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 prayed to God for all this money that I ran through
You think you shinin' in the light, well bitch I lamp too
Get a 'mati, catch a flight right to Cancun

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 a 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 Phillippe, it'll cost you everything
A-B double O-G-I-E, OD Louis baby
Ooh she crazy imma 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 leg room
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 Flinstone
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 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
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