Both Ways - Izzie Gibbs

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