Gucci Mane Feat. Lil Baby - Both Sides

Gucci Mane Feat. Lil Baby - Both Sides
May 29th, 2020
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On “Both Sides,” Atlanta rappers Gucci Mane and Lil Baby team up once again for another collaboration.

Lyrics

Rio
Brrr 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  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