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 nineteen, 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 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 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 nineteen, 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 usTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
