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)