Both Ways Lyrics By Juice WRLD
Aye
Aye
Baby‚ I'm too high‚ I ain't wanna fuck no way (Way too high)
Baby‚ I'm too high, I ain't wanna fuck no way (I ain't wanna fuck no way)
Bitch, you got some nerve, claimin' that you know me (Claimin' that you know me)
****‚ you got some nerve, claimin' that I owe you
You ain't know the secret to the drip till I showed you, aye
Fresh out the bank, run up on me and get hit with a bang, aye
Drive away, he got crucified today, aye
Don't cross me, you don't want smoke, aye
If you're crossing my streets, better look both ways
Uh, got my cash up (Got my cash up)
Tell them fuck **** 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 need backup)
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
I was in the Xanax and Percocets, she love Adderall (I was in the)
She was knocking on my nerves, told that bitch to knock it off
Aye, crossin' my streets, both ways (Bitch, knock it off)
You a broke ****, and I'm too paid, aye (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 way)
Bitch, you got some nerve, claimin' that you know me (Claimin' that you know me)
****, you got some nerve, claimin' that I owe you
You ain't know the secret to the drip till I showed you, aye
Fresh out the bank, run up on me and get hit with a bang, aye
Drive away, he got crucified today, aye
Don't cross me, you don't want smoke, aye
If you're crossin' my streets, better look both ways
I ain't gon' lie, fuck me for this Dolce
You can 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 ****, that's what I got a gun for
Too many fuck **** 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
Aye, 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, vámonos
Baby, I'm too high, I ain't wanna fuck no way (I ain't wanna fuck no way)
Bitch, you got some nerve, claimin' that you know me (Claimin' that you know me)
****, you got some nerve, claimin' that I owe you
You ain't know the secret to the drip till I showed you, aye
Fresh out the bank, run up on me and get hit with a bang, aye
Drive away, he got crucified today, aye
Don't cross me, you don't want smoke, aye
If you're crossin' my streets, better look both ways
