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 us