Both Sides (feat. Lil Baby) (Explicit)

Both Sides (feat. Lil Baby) (Explicit) - Gucci Mane/Lil Baby

Rio

Burr gang leave a n***a cold

What's happening Chi Chi

It ain't my business it ain't my beef I ain't on no side

Y'all got guns and we got guns but we don't post ours

Look you poppin' like the giant he just 4'5''

Told him hit 'em in the leg and make them n***as your size

These n***as gon' end up dead they keep on playin' both sides

These n***as gon' end up dead they keep on playin' both sides

They gon' need a lot of black suits a bunch of bowties

They gon' need a lot of black suits a bunch of bowties

I made it from the streets it ain't no mercy on these streets

Nah

It's hot as mercury these boys'll murk you on these streets

These b***hes double dutch so quick to jump a n***a sheets

Got n***as slick competin' with n***as I ain't even competin'

Facts

If you talk behind my back no need to dap me when you see me

No

'Cause I ain't gon' shed no tear when they pick you up off the cement

A real d**e boy I make it flood in any season

While rappers goin' broke and blame corona as the reason

I showed some n***as cannons they mistook that I was weak

Weak

I told them I was stackin' they just thought that I was cheap

Cheap

If I took it I was mad I still ain't finna give it back

No "Oops sorry my bad" consider that s**t as a tax

Sorry

So buy some Stacy Adams and a couple ties to match

D**n

This MAC came with a shoulder strap the only thing retract

Yup

4PF and 1-0-1-7 four tires we flat

And we ain't with that pitty-pat s**t we rat-ta-ta-tat

Tat

It ain't my business it ain't my beef I ain't on no side

Y'all got guns and we got guns but we don't post ours

Look you poppin' like the giant he just 4'5''

Told him hit 'em in the leg and make them n***as your size

These n***as gon' end up dead they keep on playin' both sides

These n***as gon' end up dead they keep on playin' both sides

They gon' need a lot of black suits a bunch of bowties

They gon' need a lot of black suits a bunch of bowties

Doin' songs for Gucci Mane now I done ran them stupid bands up

Make Lil Stupid shoot your mans up it's a robbery put your hands up

They see me they switch the channel I'm the real deal Atlanta

Ain't no monkeys in the middle play both sides you get dismantled

Talk my s**t I got my hammer

F**k that b***h I ain't got no manners

Can't hit that s**t that's not my standard

She caught my drift she like my grammar

I keep me a dirty Fanta I'm ridin' 'round in this dirty Phantom

I'm 'bout gettin' business handled I ain't sendin' no worries at 'em

I ain't with no chitter-chatter keep a bad one

Her a*s fatter than the last one

We be takin' s**t no askin' we be breakin' bricks out plastic

Everybody lit go ask 'em I be in the 'Vette the fast one

And I got the C8 you don't wanna see Baby

It ain't my business it ain't my beef I ain't on no side

Y'all got guns and we got guns but we don't post ours

Look you poppin' like the giant he just 4'5''

Told him hit 'em in the leg and make them n***as your size

These n***as gon' end up dead they keep on playin' both sides

These n***as gon' end up dead they keep on playin' both sides

They gon' need a lot of black suits a bunch of bowties

They gon' need a lot of black suits a bunch of bowties