Both Ways

歌詞

Ayy, huh‚ hey Baby‚ I'm too high‚ I ain't wanna fuck, no way Way too high, ya dig? (Smokin' Cookie Crisp‚ woo) 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) 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 Fresh out the bank, run up on me, then get hit with a bang, ayy Drive away, he got crucified today, ayy Don't cross me, you don't want smoke, ayy (Woah, woah, woah) If you're crossin' my streets, better look both ways Uh, got my cash up (Got my cash up, cash, cash, cash) Tell them fuck niggas catch up (Tell them fuck boys catch up) Too bad, they can't catch us (Too bad, they can't catch us) 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 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) 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 Fresh out the bank, run up on me, then get hit with a bang, ayy Drive away, he got crucified today, ayy Don't cross me, you don't want smoke, ayy If you're crossin' my streets, better look 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 intersect 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) 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 Fresh out the bank, run up on me, then get hit with a bang, ayy Drive away, he got crucified today, ayy Don't cross me, you don't want smoke, ayy If you're crossin' my streets, better look both ways