Both Ways

[Verse 1: Vine Shotz]
Said I ain’t ‘bout to play with these niggas
Hit him up if he be bangin’ with niggas
My ooters pull up and they aimin’ at niggas
These bitches, pull up and they layin’ with niggas
Sluts, give her Henny to get in her guts
And you gotta give head, that’s a must
Catch a [?] then it’s right to the bus
Fuckin’ bitches then go, why would I trust?
Niggas mad, niggas watchin’ me get in my bag
I’m tryna get it, put gang on the map
[?] got the chop, hit him right in his cap
Niggas be geekin’ when they hear me rap
We got the bitches, the money, the pack
And if I’m in spot bitches throwin’ it back
Niggas they rappin’ that really the facts
Money and [?] the opps in the back
I might slide with Sleeze, they uppin’ the Makk
If my niggas get up, we not comin’ back
My niggas tired of livin’ like that
The was comin’ though throwin’ so we throwin’ back
We got the knockers that will leave him flat
Rest in peace [?], we still throw up the Hat
One in the head, I ain’t cockin’ it back
First nigga to pull up, empty out the strap
Wait, uh, lemme switch it up
If you not talkin’ money can’t sit wit’ us
Said I only wanna fuck on the baddies
After that, fly out way in Cali
Catch a shot if you talkin’ on Mali
Thirties [?], if I pull up wit’ Stally
Catch a shot if you talkin’ on Mali
Thirties [?], if I pull up wit’ Stally
Never switchin’ up
Said we 74RAM, ain’t no givin’ up
Catch a opp and these bullets gon’ send him up
We get up on him these bullets gon’ finish him
Talkin’ on bro then you know that we clippin’ him
Like it’s Madden we runnin’ and blitzin’ ‘em
Gang, gang
Like it’s Madden we runnin’ and blitzin’ ‘em

[Verse 2: Mori Briscoe]
When you come to my side we be strapped up
Bodies pilin’, they look like lapped up
If you talkin’ on Nick, get you packed up
Pussy, you ain’t a threat or a factor
You ain’t never shit, why you frontin’?
6Trey, EBK, how I’m comin’
Last nigga died ‘cause we saw he was bluffin’
You can slide if you want but we clutchin’
Pussy, you ain’t a threat, no
How you tough on the net though?

[Verse 3: Vine Shotz & Mori Briscoe]
When RAM slide better get low
Bullets rip through his chest, woah
Bent they strip now my name ringin’ bells
Fuck around you gon’ end up like Mellz
Fuck them niggas got hit wit’ a shell
Run up on me and get pinned like a nail

[Verse 4: Mori Briscoe]
And them Blixky niggas they don’t play
They know they can slide up any day
[?] on the .80 like it’s laser tag, it’s a small chance he get away
I told Dolo pull up wit’ the strap
Spinnin’ through the Fort, like where they at?
I heard Drizzy got them niggas aggy
Told ‘em niggas go and get back
But they ain’t gon’ slide for their mans, no
You ain’t gon’ ride for your mans?
Is you ready to die for your mans? No
Send him to God and his mans
Drop the rake and we gon’ get him brushed
I’m a demon so I can’t get touched
Niggas know my body, boy, don’t fuck around, I feel anxious that’s when I’ma dump