Both Ways Lyrics
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[Hook]
Said they love me always
I see they're all fake
Trapstar, we do it all day
Hustle in a hallway
So road, ay
Tryna get it both ways
Both ways, okay
Am I gonna fall off? Tell my brudda no way
Wanna show me love but I know they're all fake
Round here we don't play no games
[Verse 1]
Same niggas, there's way too many
Said they got me, when they popped up, they was gone already
Where's the love, I don't feel any
Whipping in the kitchen, all the fumes have got me sweaty
Set up shop like it's Jenny's
Had a pack and now it's empty
[?] so I'm in the T-house with plenty
You niggas trap 'cause it's trendy
Still at your mum's living rent-free
I'll punch a yout' out his Fendi
Then hot step in Balenci'
[?] selling onions, fuck them, they're just jealous bruddas
Going broke, that's not in my plans
Gotta boss it if you're bad
I can put them G's all on your back
Nowadays I'm feeling like the man
Bust it like he just beat a case
Free my niggas, I'm just counting down the days
Talking on my name but they can't say it to my face
[Hook]
Said they love me always
I see they're all fake
Trapstar, we do it all day
Hustle in a hallway
So road, ay
Tryna get it both ways
Both ways, okay
Am I gonna fall off? Tell my brudda no way
Wanna show me love but I know they're all fake
Round here we don't play no games
[Verse 2]
[?] Filipino
I know them pussies they wanna do me like Rico
Showing love to my face but they're hating on the D-low
So much pain in my chest, I could smoke away a Kilo
Cold chills
If you ain't talking money then you've got no deal
And my brudda stepped in and he's got no chill
I swear to God he's so real
Sitting in the trap watching out for the Old Bill
Sitting in the trap tryna make a mil'
[Hook]
Said they love me always
I see they're all fake
Trapstar, we do it all day
Hustle in a hallway
So road, ay
Tryna get it both ways
Both ways, okay
Am I gonna fall off? Tell my brudda no way
Wanna show me love but I know they're all fake
Round here we don't play no games