Both Ways Lyrics by Juice WRLD
Ayy, huh, hey
Baby, I’m too ***, I ain’t wanna *** no way
Way too ***, ya dig? (Smokin’ Cookie Crisp, woo)
Baby, I’m too ***, I ain’t wanna *** no way (I ain’t wanna ***, no)
***, you got some nerve, claimin’ that you know me (Claimin’ that you know)
***, you got some nerve, claimin’ that I owe you (Got some ***’ 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 *** niggas catch up (Tell them *** 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 ***, she had her tongue on my balls (Kissin’ that ***)
I was into Xanax and Percocets, she love Adderall (Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)
She was knockin’ on my nerves, told that *** to knock it off, ayy (***, knock it off)
Crossin’ my streets, both ways (***, knock it off)
You a broke *** and I’m too paid, ayy (***, knock it off, yeah)
Ballin’ like a toupée (Just knock it off, yeah)
Kick, push, start ***, Lupe
Baby, I’m too ***, I ain’t wanna *** no way (I ain’t wanna ***, no)
***, you got some nerve, claimin’ that you know me (Claimin’ that you know)
***, you got some nerve, claimin’ that I owe you (Got some ***’ 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, *** 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 *** for
Too many *** 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 *** I can’t wait to use, ***, I won’t wait for you
Hit him in his brain, now his *** look like baby food
***, I’m not erasin’ you, I’m really replacin’ you
Bad *** 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
*** with me and it get violent, ho, violent, ho
*** you, then I *** your ***, huh, vámonos
Baby, I’m too ***, I ain’t wanna *** no way (I ain’t wanna ***, no)
***, you got some nerve, claimin’ that you know me (Claimin’ that you know)
***, you got some nerve, claimin’ that I owe you (Got some ***’ 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