Lyrics Both Ways - Izzie Gibbs

Both Ways

Said they love me always
I see they’re all fake
Trapstar, we do it all day
Hustle in a hallway
So road, ay
Tryna get it both ways
Both ways, okay
Am I gonna fall off?
Tell my brudda no way
Wanna show me love but I know they’re all fake
Round here we don’t play no games
Same niggas, there’s way too many
Said they got me, when they popped up, they was gone already
Where’s the love, I don’t feel any
Whipping in the kitchen, all the fumes have got me sweaty
Set up shop like it’s Jenny’s
Had a pack and now it’s empty
so I’m in the T-house with plenty
You niggas trap 'cause it’s trendy
Still at your mum’s living rent-free
I’ll punch a yout' out his Fendi
Then hot step in Balenci'
selling onions, fuck them, they’re just jealous bruddas
Going broke, that’s not in my plans
Gotta boss it if you’re bad
I can put them G’s all on your back
Nowadays I’m feeling like the man
Bust it like he just beat a case
Free my niggas, I’m just counting down the days
Talking on my name but they can’t say it to my face
Said they love me always
I see they’re all fake
Trapstar, we do it all day
Hustle in a hallway
So road, ay
Tryna get it both ways
Both ways, okay
Am I gonna fall off?
Tell my brudda no way
Wanna show me love but I know they’re all fake
Round here we don’t play no games
Filipino
I know them pussies they wanna do me like Rico
Showing love to my face but they’re hating on the D-low
So much pain in my chest, I could smoke away a Kilo
Cold chills
If you ain’t talking money then you’ve got no deal
And my brudda stepped in and he’s got no chill
I swear to God he’s so real
Sitting in the trap watching out for the Old Bill
Sitting in the trap tryna make a mil'
Said they love me always
I see they’re all fake
Trapstar, we do it all day
Hustle in a hallway
So road, ay
Tryna get it both ways
Both ways, okay
Am I gonna fall off?
Tell my brudda no way
Wanna show me love but I know they’re all fake
Round here we don’t play no games