Aye (Both Ways) [Studio Session] lyrics

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[Intro]
Ayy, huh, hey
Baby, I'm too high, I don't wanna f*ck no way (Way too high)
Huh, cookie crisp, ooh (Ya' dig?)

[Chorus]
Baby, I'm too high, I ain't wanna f*ck no way (I ain't wanna f*ck no way)
b*tch you got some nerve, claimin' that you know me (Claimin' that you know me)
n*gga, you got some nerve, claimin' that I owe you (Got some f*ckin' nerve)
You ain't know the secret to the drip 'til 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

[Verse 1]
Uh, got my cash up (Got my cash up)
Tell them f*ck n*ggas catch up (Tell them f*ck 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 kissing that b*tch, she had her tongue on my balls (Tongue on my balls)
I was in the xanax and percocets, she love adderall (I was in the the)
She was knocking on my nerves, told that b*tch to knock it off (b*tch knock it off)
[Bridge]
Ayy, crossin' my streets, both ways (b*tch knock it off)
You a broke n*gga and I'm too paid, ayy (b*tch knock it off, yeah)
Ballin' like a toupée (Just knock it off, yeah)
Can't push-start sh*t lil' b*tch

[Chorus]
Baby, I'm too high, I ain't wanna f*ck no way (I ain't wanna f*ck no way)
b*tch you got some nerve, claimin' that you know me (Claimin' that you know me)
n*gga, you got some nerve, claimin' that I owe you (Got some f*ckin' nerve)
You ain't know the secret to the drip 'til 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

[Verse 2]
I ain't gon lie, f*ck 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 n*ggas, that's what I got a gun for
Too many f*ck n*ggas 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 gun I can't wait to use
b*tches, I won't wait for you
Hit him in his brain now his sh*t look like baby food
b*tch I'm not erasing you, I'm really replacin' you
Bad b*tch 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
f*ck with me and it get violent ho, violent ho
Kill you then I f*ck your b*tch, vamonos
[Chorus]
Baby, I'm too high, I ain't wanna f*ck no way (I ain't wanna f*ck no way)
b*tch you got some nerve, claimin' that you know me (Claimin' that you know me)
n*gga, you got some nerve, claimin' that I owe you (Got some f*ckin' nerve)
You ain't know the secret to the drip 'til 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

[Verse 3]
[...]
...Gucci bag (Woah, woah, woah)
Please don't touch my Gucci bag (Yeah, huh, huh)
'Cause that's where I keep my toolie at (Woah)
Try me if you want, ooh...