Did Me Wrong
(Camaran, can you say hi)
(Hello)
I gotta leave and go get it, go get it
My nigga, is you really with it
Run up the commas, I get to the digits
I hop on a play like cricket
I am too high that I copped me a ticket
My mind steady spinning like fidget
Your money short like a midget, a snippet
You know when I rap, I'm the sickest
I am the coldest, I am the boldest
But, no, no, I'm not the oldest
I feel like a poet, I know that you know it
The people that hurt you the closest
You say you getting these racks and these stacks
But, you ain't got nothing to show it
You say you stepping, and you got my back
But, you did me wrong and I noted
Woah
I gotta do this with no strings attached
Praying my brothers don't stab me in back
We are not equal, you can't even match
911 Porsche take off like it's dispatch
I got this shit on lock, look at my latch
Music be cooking, I made a new batch
Hurt you in the past, and it left a lil scratch
I hope this sorry cover it with a patch, yeah
Haven't you heard
Nigga, I'm fly like a bird
Ima just give 'em the word
Nigga, they coming in herds
Shit outta luck like a turd
Shit outta luck like a colt
I got Verizon, but sprint like a bolt
I got that cream
I got that white
I got that (fl-fl-fl-fl)
I got that dope
I gotta beam
I got the sight
I got that (boom)
You on the floor
I gotta team
We got yo' wife
She got that (huh)
A plus, honor roll
Where did she go, lil bro, I don't know
Go to the crib and I call her, she coming fasho', yeah
I gotta leave and go get it, go get it
My nigga, is you really with it (Are you with it)
Run up the commas, I get to the digits
I hop on a play like cricket (Hop)
I am too high that I copped me a ticket
My mind steady spinning like fidget (Spin)
Your money short like a midget, a snippet
You know when I rap, I'm the sickest (The sickest)
I am the coldest, I am the boldest
But, no, no, I'm not the oldest (Uh-huh)
I feel like a poet, I know that you know it
The people that hurt you the closest (They be close)
You say you getting these racks and these stacks
But, you ain't got nothing to show it (Where it's at)
You say you stepping, and you got my back
But, you did me wrong and I noted (I knew it)
(Hello)
I gotta leave and go get it, go get it
My nigga, is you really with it
Run up the commas, I get to the digits
I hop on a play like cricket
I am too high that I copped me a ticket
My mind steady spinning like fidget
Your money short like a midget, a snippet
You know when I rap, I'm the sickest
I am the coldest, I am the boldest
But, no, no, I'm not the oldest
I feel like a poet, I know that you know it
The people that hurt you the closest
You say you getting these racks and these stacks
But, you ain't got nothing to show it
You say you stepping, and you got my back
But, you did me wrong and I noted
Woah
I gotta do this with no strings attached
Praying my brothers don't stab me in back
We are not equal, you can't even match
911 Porsche take off like it's dispatch
I got this shit on lock, look at my latch
Music be cooking, I made a new batch
Hurt you in the past, and it left a lil scratch
I hope this sorry cover it with a patch, yeah
Haven't you heard
Nigga, I'm fly like a bird
Ima just give 'em the word
Nigga, they coming in herds
Shit outta luck like a turd
Shit outta luck like a colt
I got Verizon, but sprint like a bolt
I got that cream
I got that white
I got that (fl-fl-fl-fl)
I got that dope
I gotta beam
I got the sight
I got that (boom)
You on the floor
I gotta team
We got yo' wife
She got that (huh)
A plus, honor roll
Where did she go, lil bro, I don't know
Go to the crib and I call her, she coming fasho', yeah
I gotta leave and go get it, go get it
My nigga, is you really with it (Are you with it)
Run up the commas, I get to the digits
I hop on a play like cricket (Hop)
I am too high that I copped me a ticket
My mind steady spinning like fidget (Spin)
Your money short like a midget, a snippet
You know when I rap, I'm the sickest (The sickest)
I am the coldest, I am the boldest
But, no, no, I'm not the oldest (Uh-huh)
I feel like a poet, I know that you know it
The people that hurt you the closest (They be close)
You say you getting these racks and these stacks
But, you ain't got nothing to show it (Where it's at)
You say you stepping, and you got my back
But, you did me wrong and I noted (I knew it)
Credits
Writer(s): Camaran Parker
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