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Aye (Both Ways)

by Juice WRLD

[Intro]
Ayy, huh‚ hey
Baby‚ I'm too high‚ I don't wanna fuck no way (Way too high)
Huh, cookie crisp, ooh (Ya' dig?)
[Chorus]
Baby‚ I'm too high, I ain't wanna fuck no way (I ain't wanna fuck no way)
Bitch you got some nerve, claimin' that you know me (Claimin' that you know me)
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, 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 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 need backup)
Choppa back him up, he got his back to the wall (Choppa back him up)
I just saw you kissing that bitch, 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 bitch to knock it off (Bitch, knock it off)
[Bridge]
Ayy, 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 way)
Bitch you got some nerve, claimin' that you know me (Claimin' that you know me)
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, 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, fuck 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 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 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
Bitches, I won't wait for you
Hit him in his brain, now his shit look like baby food
Bitch I'm not erasing 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, vámonos


[Chorus]
Baby, I'm too high, I ain't wanna fuck no way (I ain't wanna fuck no way)
Bitch you got some nerve, claimin' that you know me (Claimin' that you know me)
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, 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