Both Sides lyrics

[Intro: Slimmy B]
Uh
Uh
n*gga
Hit-Boy
Uh

[Verse 1: Slimmy B]
A broke b*tch really ain't my type (Hell nah)
I ain’t catching feelings, LOL, I'm catching flights (Broke b*tch)
'Woods back to back got a n*gga so high
Got a hundred in the bank, really drink, no lie (Lil’ n*gga)
Glock .40, 23 like Mike
Had to throw the clear on, all this motherf*ckin' ice (All this ice)
In the lab, makin' slaps all day and all night
Hit-Boy, BlocBoy, when I slide, look alive (Lil' n*gga)
And I wish a n*gga would like I'm K.Dot (Like I'm K.Dot)
Let my chain hang, tryna take, that's a face-shot (n*gga, what?)
n*ggas want me to fall off but I can't stop (Huh? Huh?)
Big body, hoppin’ out the back of that Maybach (Skrrt)
Real North n*gga (n*gga), real C n*gga (Real C n*gga)
Y’all don't really wanna funk, y’all wanna be n*ggas (b*tch)
Real street n*gga, and I'm a beast, n*gga
Get to buckin' with that drake, let it eat, n*gga, b*tch

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Opps try to slide, grab that Draco
Tell that n*gga pick a side, we don't play both
Let this Glock paint a n*gga like it’s Maaco
Chain hittin', told that b*tch it's a rainbow
Finna pull up on they block and let that K blow
And if you never pulled a skit then you can't go
Bounce out gang, b*tch, we aim close
And look a n*gga in his eyes when we take souls
[Verse 2: DaBoii]
I just hit an opp b*tch, this b*tch disrespectful
Slap a b*tch in her sh*t, she think I'm finna settle
Stupid b*tch, if you ain't thick, then you can't fit the schedule
And if that skit ain't complete, then you can't get the medal
b*tch, and I ain't taking no loss
Ain't no loud in that wood if that n*gga don't cough
Talkin' like you hard when you n*ggas so soft
You can get your mans hit for your mouth, your fault
Finna spark me up that heart attack
A sweatsuit and a lil' ice, that's my starter pack
Labels on my di*k, I need some M's, so tell 'em offer that
b*tch, you actin' dumb, you lost your mind, you need to sharpen that
Stupid ass, you a rat with your goofy ass
Lord, why do n*ggas only hear me when they doin' bad?
Talkin' 'bout you hungry for that chain, what would you do for that?
How is you a shooter with no body, what you shootin' at? b*tch

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Opps try to slide, grab that Draco
Tell that n*gga pick a side, we don't play both
Let this Glock paint a n*gga like it's Maaco
Chain hittin', told that b*tch it's a rainbow
Finna pull up on they block and let that K blow
And if you never pulled a skit then you can't go
Bounce out gang, b*tch, we aim close
And look a n*gga in his eyes when we take souls
[Verse 3: Lul G]
Look a n*gga in the soul before I take his life
Sat down for that pole before I took a strike
Hit a n*gga sets quick before I took his wife (b*tch)
Never pulled a skit with gang, then you can't slide
And for you keyboard ass n*ggas, I don't sneak diss
Bet you tough up on the 'net, n*gga, tweet this (Tweet that)
'Cause I ain't with the trusting a n*gga
You'll give a n*gga life, so I ain't f*ckin' with n*ggas
Stress sayin', "Stop loafin'," but I'm comfortable, n*gga
I leave the house with two-three, what I'm clutchin' on, n*gga
Big bodies down the block (Skrrt skrrt), and we slidin'
Sucker n*ggas in my DM's, I don't do replyin' (Lil' n*gga)
Slide of the limb, that's what a real n*gga do
Never lie up the skit, that's a lil' n*gga fluke
This a legendary chop, bet I bust it for two
You a pus*y just perpin', you won't bust it for you, b*tch, b*tch

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Opps try to slide, grab that Draco
Tell that n*gga pick a side, we don't play both
Let this Glock paint a n*gga like it's makeup
Chain hittin', told that b*tch it's a rainbow
Finna pull up on they block and let that K blow
And if you never pulled a skit then you can't go
Bounce out gang, b*tch, we aim close
And look a n*gga in his eyes when we take souls