Gucci Mane, Lil Baby - Both Sides lyrics
Gucci Mane [Radric Delantic Davis] Bessemer, Alabama, U.S. 🇺🇸
Lil Baby [Dominique Armani Jones] 4PF [Atlanta, Georgia, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[Gucci Mane, Lil Baby - Both Sides lyrics]
(Rio) burr gang, leave a nigga cold
(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
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
Lil' Q poppin' like a giant, he just 4'5''
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 black suit's
A bunch of bowties
They gon' need a lot of black suit's
A bunch of bowties
I made it from the streets
It ain't no mercy on these streets (Nah)
It's hot as mercury
These boys'll murk you on these streets
These bitches double dutch
So quick to jump a nigga sheets
Got niggas slick competin' with niggas
I ain't even competin' (Facts)
If you talk behind my back
No need to dap me when you see me (No)
'Cause I ain't gon' shed no tear when
They pick you up off 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 kindness
They mistook that I was weak (Weak)
I told them I was stackin'
They just thought that I was cheap (Cheap)
If I took it, I was mad
I still ain't finna give it back
No, "Oops, sorry, my bad
" consider that shit as a tax (Sorry)
So buy some Stacy Adams and
A couple ties to match (Damn)
This MAC came with a shoulder strap
The only thing retract (Yup)
4PF and 1-0-1-7, four tires, we flat
And we ain't with that pitty pat shit
We rat ta ta tat (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
Lil' Q poppin' like a giant, he just 4'5''
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 black suit's
A bunch of bowties
They gon' need a lot of black suit's
A bunch of bowties
Doin' songs for Gucci Mane
Now I done ran them stupid bands up
Make Lil Stupid shoot your mans
Up, it's a robbery, put your hands up
They see me, they switch the channel
I'm the real deal Atlanta
Ain't no monkeys in the
Middle, play both sides, you get dismantled
Talk my shit, I got my hammer
Fuck that bitch, I ain't got no manners
Can't hit that shit, that's not my standard
She caught my drift, she like my grammar
I keep me a dirty Fanta
I'm ridin' 'round in this dirty Phantom
I'm 'bout gettin' business handled
I ain't sendin' no worries at 'em
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 out plastic
Everybody lit, go ask 'em, I
Be in the 'Vette, the fast one
And I got the C8, you don't wanna see Baby
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
Lil' Q poppin' like a giant, he just 4'5''
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 black suit's
A bunch of bowties
They gon' need a lot of black suit's
A bunch of bowties
(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
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
Lil' Q poppin' like a giant, he just 4'5''
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 black suit's
A bunch of bowties
They gon' need a lot of black suit's
A bunch of bowties
I made it from the streets
It ain't no mercy on these streets (Nah)
It's hot as mercury
These boys'll murk you on these streets
These bitches double dutch
So quick to jump a nigga sheets
Got niggas slick competin' with niggas
I ain't even competin' (Facts)
If you talk behind my back
No need to dap me when you see me (No)
'Cause I ain't gon' shed no tear when
They pick you up off 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 kindness
They mistook that I was weak (Weak)
I told them I was stackin'
They just thought that I was cheap (Cheap)
If I took it, I was mad
I still ain't finna give it back
No, "Oops, sorry, my bad
" consider that shit as a tax (Sorry)
So buy some Stacy Adams and
A couple ties to match (Damn)
This MAC came with a shoulder strap
The only thing retract (Yup)
4PF and 1-0-1-7, four tires, we flat
And we ain't with that pitty pat shit
We rat ta ta tat (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
Lil' Q poppin' like a giant, he just 4'5''
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 black suit's
A bunch of bowties
They gon' need a lot of black suit's
A bunch of bowties
Doin' songs for Gucci Mane
Now I done ran them stupid bands up
Make Lil Stupid shoot your mans
Up, it's a robbery, put your hands up
They see me, they switch the channel
I'm the real deal Atlanta
Ain't no monkeys in the
Middle, play both sides, you get dismantled
Talk my shit, I got my hammer
Fuck that bitch, I ain't got no manners
Can't hit that shit, that's not my standard
She caught my drift, she like my grammar
I keep me a dirty Fanta
I'm ridin' 'round in this dirty Phantom
I'm 'bout gettin' business handled
I ain't sendin' no worries at 'em
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 out plastic
Everybody lit, go ask 'em, I
Be in the 'Vette, the fast one
And I got the C8, you don't wanna see Baby
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
Lil' Q poppin' like a giant, he just 4'5''
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 black suit's
A bunch of bowties
They gon' need a lot of black suit's
A bunch of bowties