Текст песни Did Me Wrong (Sped Up) - 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'd 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 gotta take a picture or put 'em on a stretcher
Headshot, you all alone, no time to send a message (oh, oh, oh)
When you feel it in your bones, the only time you regret it (oh, oh, oh)
Highbridge, we got big swag, I know you big mad
Luckily it was a shit bag and not a zip bag (you did me wrong)

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 (oh, oh, oh)
On a PJ, me and all my damn goons (oh, oh, oh)
I'm so high, I feel like landin' on the damn moon
Baby, we ride, goin' back to back in Phantoms (you did me wrong)
I don't want you to call me crazy, baby, call me Hussein (oh, oh, oh)
The big body heavy, it needed two lanes (oh, oh, oh)
Two frames, Cartier glasses, I see right through things
One thing that you can never call me is plain, hey (you did me wrong)

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 (you did me wrong)
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 (you did me wrong)

Too soon, this lifestyle too soon (oh, oh, oh)
Even lil' mama said it was too soon to get that two-tone (oh, oh, oh)
Cuban Link, yellow and white, or the rose gold
Got you them precise cut diamonds
They got a ringtone (you did me wrong)
And I got Murder Bravado up on my legs, ooh (oh, oh, oh)
And that SF90 ain't got no legroom (oh, oh, oh)
She broke my heart into pieces like it was a pencil
Quit showin' off and let me fuck your friend soon (you did me wrong)

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 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'd grown up (oh, oh, oh)
Niggas call for me and I don't even pick my phone up (oh, oh, oh)
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 (you did me wrong)