[Intro]
Sorry I did you wrong
Sorry  I did you wrong, it had to happen
Sorry  I did you wrong, it had to happen
Ayy, Yaygo

[Chorus]
Sorry I did you wrong, it had to happen (It had to happen)
And  I need all that green, I need the cabbage (I need the cabbage)
I  was down too long, so I had to grab it (I had to grab it)
And they won't touch my chain
I  get to spazzin', oh, I get to clappin' (Shit, shit)
I go to L.A. just for a day to fuck on a baddie (Yeah, yeah)
I shop in L.A. and I don't do no baggage, I'm so far from average (For real)
She gon' do whatever a young n***a say, 'cause I am the captain (Yeah, yeah)
I  held that shit down, I had me some faith, like I was a pastor

[Verse]
Ain't callin' the officer (For real), I'm grippin' the choppa first (Yeah)
New Rollie a presidential (For real), I make it go in her purse (For real)
Youngin was born to drip, I don't feel like paying for shit (Shit)
I don't feel like paying for shit (Shit), I don't feel like paying for shit (Shit, shit)
Up in the finer residential, if you keep poppin' you little (Poppin' that shit)
Got a new Draco, mini matte black and it pop like a zit (Zit, zit)
Ride with the gang, ride with the mob like we a family (Like we a fam)
Gang gon' pull up (Gang, gang), wipe out your family tree
All my diamonds ain't got no flaws, this shit ten a piece (Look at this shit)
All this Off-White on, bet she notice me (Look at this shit)
These n***as know I'm a bully (Look at this shit)
Floodin' your block with some bullets (Floodin' your block)
Don't cross me, I turn to a shooter
Put holes inside your medulla (Yeah, yeah)
Lil' whoadie, he come from the 'Nolia
Gotta keep all my racks 'til it blow up
Young n***a got a Glock 9, he gon' shoot for free, uh
Take your life for free, uh
Knock your ho wig off, leave it in the street, uh
Leave it in the street
[Chorus]
Sorry I did you wrong, it had to happen (It had to happen)
And I need all that green, I need the cabbage (I need the cabbage)
I was down too long, so I had to grab it (Down so long)
And they won't touch my chain
I get to spazzin', oh, I get to clappin' (Fuck, fuck)
I go to L.A. and just for a day, to fuck on a baddie (Fuck on a bad bitch)
I shop in L.A. and I don't do no baggage (Don't do no baggage)
I'm so far from average
She gon' do whatever a young n***a say, 'cause I am the captain (Me)
I held that shit down, I had me some faith, like I was a pastor

[Outro]
I was a pastor (Ballin' on these bastards)
Turbo, yeah
Big guap, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Fuck the industry)
Say I'm turbo gnarly (Fuck the industry)
Say I'm turbo gnarly (Fuck the industry)
She think that I'm gnarly (Fuck the industry)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch (Fuck the industry)
(Know I'm in the streets, fuck the industry)