Juice WRLD - Both Ways lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, huh‚ hey
Baby‚ I'm too high
I ain't wanna fuck, no way
Way too high, ya dig?
(Smokin' Cookie Crisp‚ woo)

[Chorus]
Baby
I'm too high, I ain't wanna fuck
No way (I ain't wanna fuck, no)
Bitch, you got some nerve
Claimin' that you know me
(Claimin' that you know)
Nigga, you got some nerve
Claimin' that I owe you
(Got some fuckin' nerve)
You ain't know the secret
To the drip 'til I showed you, ayy
Fresh out the bank, run up on me
Then get hit with a bang, ayy


Drive away, he got crucified today, ayy
Don't cross me, you don't want smoke
Ayy (Woah, woah, woah)
If you're crossin' my streets
Better look both ways

[Verse 1]
Uh, got my cash up
(Got my cash up, cash, cash, cash)
Tell them fuck niggas catch up
(Tell them fuck 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 alone)
Choppa back him up
He got his back to the wall
(Choppa back him up)
I just saw you kissin' that bitch
She had her tongue on my balls
(Kissin' that bitch)
I was into Xanax and Percocets
She love Adderall
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
She was knockin' on my nerves
Told that bitch to knock it off, ayy
(Bitch, knock it off)

[Bridge]
Crossin' my streets, both ways
(Bitch, knock it off)
You a broke nigga, and I'm too paid, ayy
(Bitch, knock it off, yeah)
Ballin' like a toupée
(Just knock it off, yeah)
Kick, push, start shit, Lupe

[Chorus]
Baby, I'm too high
I ain't wanna fuck, no way
(I ain't wanna fuck, no)
Bitch, you got some nerve
Claimin' that you know me
(Claimin' that you know)
Nigga, you got some nerve
Claimin' that I owe you
(Got some fuckin' nerve)
You ain't know the secret
To the drip 'til I showed you, ayy
Fresh out the bank, run up on me
Then get hit with a bang, ayy
Drive away, he got crucified today, ayy
Don't cross me, you don't want smoke, ayy
If you're crossin' my streets
Better look both ways

[Verse 2]
I ain't gon' lie
Fuck me for this Dolce
You could 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 niggas
That's what I got a gun for
Too many fuck niggas in the world
That's what I killed your son for
Try to intersect 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, bitches
I won't wait for you
Hit him in his brain
Now his shit look like baby food
Bitch, I'm not erasin' you
I'm really replacin' you
Bad bitch 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
Fuck with me and it get violent, ho
Violent, ho
Kill you, then I fuck your bitch
Huh, vámonos

[Chorus]
Baby, I'm too high,
I ain't wanna fuck, no way
(I ain't wanna fuck, no)
Bitch, you got some nerve
Claimin' that you know me
(Claimin' that you know)
Nigga, you got some nerve
Claimin' that I owe you
(Got some fuckin' nerve)
You ain't know the secret
To the drip 'til I showed you, ayy
Fresh out the bank, run up on me
Then get hit with a bang, ayy
Drive away, he got crucified today, ayy
Don't cross me, you don't want smoke, ayy
If you're crossin' my streets
Better look both ways