Both Ways

Ayy, huh, hey

Baby, I'm too high, I ain't wanna fuck, no way

Way too high (Smokin' Cookie Crisp, woo), ya dig?

Baby, I'm too high, I ain't wanna fuck, no way (I ain't wanna fuck, no)

Bitch, you got some nerve, claimin' that you know me (Claimin' that you know me)

Nigga, you got some nerve, claimin' that I owe you (Got some fuckin' nerve)

You ain't know the secret to the drip 'til I showed you, ayy (Ayy)

Fresh out the bank, run up on me, then get hit with a bang, ayy (Ayy)

Drive away, he got crucified today, ayy (Ayy)

Don't cross me, you don't want smoke, ayy (Woah-woah-woah, ayy)

If you're crossin' my streets, better look both ways (Both ways)

Uh, got my cash up (Got my cash, cash-cash-cash)

Tell them fuck niggas catch up (Tell them fuck boys catch)

Too bad, they can't catch us (Too bad, they can't catch)

He alone, he need backup (He alone, he alone)

Choppa back him up, he got his back to the wall (Choppa back him up)

I just saw you kissin' that bitch, she had her tongue on my balls (Kissin' that bitch)

I was into Xanax and Percocets, she love Adderall (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

She was knockin' on my nerves, told that bitch to knock it off, ayy (Bitch, knock it off)

Crossin' my streets, both ways (Bitch, knock it off)

You a broke nigga and I'm too paid, ayy (Bitch, knock it off, yeah)

Ballin' like a toupée (Just knock it off, yeah)

Kick, push, start shit, Lupe (Lupe)

Baby, I'm too high, I ain't wanna fuck, no way (I ain't wanna fuck, no)

Bitch, you got some nerve, claimin' that you know me (Claimin' that you know me)

Nigga, you got some nerve, claimin' that I owe you (Got some fuckin' nerve)

You ain't know the secret to the drip 'til I showed you, ayy (Ayy)

Fresh out the bank, run up on me, then get hit with a bang, ayy (Ayy)

Drive away, he got crucified today, ayy (Ayy)

Don't cross me, you don't want smoke, ayy (Woah-woah-woah, ayy)

If you're crossin' my streets, better look both ways (Both ways)

I ain't gon' lie, fuck me for this Dolce

You could do me for the Dior next Thursday

She sucked me at the front door, that's foreplay

Left my condoms at the crib, but what am I to run for?

I don't even run from niggas, that's what I got a gun for

Too many fuck niggas in the world, that's what I killed your son for

Try to intercept my money, dummy, then you done for

All I care about is money, honey, I don't love whores, ayy

New gun I can't wait to use, bitches, I won't wait for you

Hit him in his brain, now his shit look like baby food

Bitch, I'm not erasin' you, I'm really replacin' you

Bad bitch in my room, there's some things I can't wait to do

Liquor and exotic hoes, I'm tryna live in the moment

In the studio, my phone on silent, ho, I gotta stay focused

Fuck with me and it get violent, ho, violent, ho

Kill you, then I fuck your bitch, huh, vámonos

Baby, I'm too high, I ain't wanna fuck, no way (I ain't wanna fuck, no)

Bitch, you got some nerve, claimin' that you know me (Claimin' that you know me)

Nigga, you got some nerve, claimin' that I owe you (Got some fuckin' nerve)

You ain't know the secret to the drip 'til I showed you, ayy (Ayy)

Fresh out the bank, run up on me, then get hit with a bang, ayy (Ayy)

Drive away, he got crucified today, ayy (Ayy)

Don't cross me, you don't want smoke, ayy (Woah-woah-woah, ayy)

If you're crossin' my streets, better look both ways (Both ways)