Did Me Wrong

[Intro] (Boy) [Chorus: Gunna] I’m so hurt you did me wrong I shoulda left yo' ass alone I had to sit and write a song I know you prayed I wouldn’t be on But I coulda gave you what you want Woulda paid yo' bills every single month I had your back girl, why you front? I really thought you was the one, oh, oh [Verse 1: Gunna] Coulda gave you everything you asked for Yeah, bossed you up, put you in that Jaguar Cop you a new crib, you livin' no landlord Take a jet up sea, hope you got your passport Said “Fuck that bitch”, now I’m fuckin' on every whore I’m kickin' my shit, gettin' fly, I’m airborne Been gettin' this money, my nigga, I want more Ain’t stuntin' these bitches, why these niggas payin' for 'em? You go out sad all on your own I let you make my place at home Now I pray and hopе you gone, oh, oh [Chorus: Gunna] I’m so hurt you did me wrong I shoulda left yo' ass alonе I had to sit and write a song I know you prayed I wouldn’t be on But I coulda gave you what you want Woulda paid yo' bills every single month I had your back girl, why you front? I really thought you was the one, oh, oh [Verse 2: Gunna] Coulda held you down, made sure you maintained I don’t want you now, I got my mind made You can gon' head and ride, I don’t want hear bye, hey I’m cool and fresh, I’m just like Colgate Need separation, I want more space Girl, you two faced, you can’t be tamed I held you down and it’s a damn shame This so fucked up, but you gon' feel the pain I doubled up, got a young nigga straight I knew you would do better, babe Without you, I’m doin' better, bae [Chorus: Gunna] I’m so hurt you did me wrong I shoulda left yo' ass alone I had to sit and write a song I know you prayed I wouldn’t be on But I coulda gave you what you want Woulda paid yo' bills every single month I had your back girl, why you front? I really thought you was the one, oh, oh [Verse 3: Young Thug] Yeah, I chose my double cup over you (Believe that) Almost let you take me from my crew You didn’t have to move a finger, fuck a school Yeah, these black diamonds like a bumble bee I’ma [?] person, can’t you come for me (What you got?) Patek on my wrist, big face, a coupe keys Put a solar system ring on your finger, bitch, yes Slime, you got a hundred of these, yes Want ninety percent of those freak, yes, yes And ninety percent are married, yes, yes Just tryna make you gon' on, on [Chorus: Gunna] I’m so hurt you did me wrong I shoulda left yo' ass alone I had to sit and write a song I know you prayed I wouldn’t be on But I coulda gave you what you want Woulda paid yo' bills every single month I had your back girl, why you front? I really thought you was the one, oh, oh [Outro] (Boy)