Both Sides - Gucci Mane, Lil Baby

Bur gang, leave a nigga cold

What's happening TT?

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 .45

Told him hit 'em in the leg and make them niggas your size

These niggas gon' end up dead, they keep on playin' both sides

These niggas gon' end up dead, they keep on playin' both sides

They gon' need a lot of blank shoes a bunch of bowties

They gon' need a lot of blank shoes a bunch of bowties

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

It's hot as mercury, these boys'll merk you on these skreets

These bitches double dutch so quick, they'll jap a nigga sheets

Got niggas sleepin' competin' with niggas, I ain't even competin'

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

'Cause I ain't gon' share no tip when they pick you up off from the cement

A real dope boy, I make it flood in any season

While rappers goin' broke and blame corona as the reason

I showed some niggas cannons, they mistook that I was weak

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

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

No one in my back, consider that shit as a text

So buy some station adams and a couple ties that match

This MAC came with a shoulder scrap, the only thing retract

4PF and 1017 4 for life we trap

And we ain't with that pity pass shit, we ra-ta-ta-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 .45

Told him hit 'em in the leg and make them niggas your size

These niggas gon' end up dead, they keep on playin' both sides

These niggas gon' end up dead, they keep on playin' both sides

They gon' need a lot of blank shoes a bunch of bowties

They gon' need a lot of blank shoes a bunch of bowties

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

Make no stupid, shoot your mans up, it's a robber, put your hands up

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

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

Tuck my shit, I got my hammer, fuck that bitch, ain't got no manners

Can't hit that shit, that's not my standard

She copied my dripped, she like me Grandma

I kick me a dirty Fanta, ridin' 'round in these dirty Phantoms

I'm 'bout gettin' business and ain't sittin' in no worries

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

Her ass fatter than the last one

We be takin' shit, no askin', we be breakin' bricks no passin'

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

And I got the CA, you don't wanna see them

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 .45

Told him hit 'em in the leg and make them niggas your size

These niggas gon' end up dead, they keep on playin' both sides

These niggas gon' end up dead, they keep on playin' both sides

They gon' need a lot of blank shoes a bunch of bowties

They gon' need a lot of blank shoes a bunch of bowties