Both Ways

Okay, both ways
Imma up on the chop, then blow out his brains
Lil nigga said he claim, we don't rep the same thing
Take him to the spot, then all you hear is bang

Up in the track, time to spin on they block
They like to talk hot, so I'm keeping my chop
They think shits sweet, so I'm making it hot
We don't give a fuck, every opp get shot, like

I'm too lit, I'm too oppy
He brought a blade, so I upped on my choppy
Clean they block, I'm bringing a moppy
Spin niggas blocks, cuz they like to copy

They really made me upset
You only tough on the net
Niggas told me that you pussy, and you ran off, like boy you is not a threat

If you try me, get put in a ditch
We knock him out the park, what the fuck is a pitch
Heavy artillery, slide with a mitch
Oh he with his girl, then I'm beating the bitch

He say he hot so we making him colder
If she a thot, I can't bend her over
Baddie got ass, she shaking her bolder
That nigga got shot, now he shaking his shoulders (Shoulders)

Y'all shot, get back
She gon get popped, she keep on flexing that strap
Niggas be mad that I move too tact
Call up Gbag, that nigga be quick to attack

I'm crazy, I'm hectic
He say he bout it, I'm ready to test it
Slide on a nigga, you know it's electric
Two bad bitches they twins, symmetric

V what? V who?
Pass me the chop, then I up it at you, ay
Two fours, two six, with an ace
If bro get indicted, he beating that case

And I know you ain't like that, you just a poser, you only tough with your gang
And I heard that your mans got poked dumb nigga, at least go out with a bang

Okay, both ways
Imma up on the chop, then blow out his brains
Lil nigga said he claim, we don't rep the same thing
Take him to the spot, then all you hear is bang

Up in the track time to spin on they block
They like to talk hot, so I'm keeping my chop
They think shits sweet, so I'm making it hot
We don't give a fuck, every opp get shot, like



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Writer(s): Erich Raymond
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