Both Ways Lyrics

I'm sick of myself

Fuck it I said it I'm sick of myself

Honestly shit ain't been goin too well

And I gotta quit smokin it's bad for my health

When I look at myself I'm like bruh what the hell

You say you need closure bitch do it yaself

So I ain't coming over I don't wanna yell

And I don't wanna hold you my body will melt

Cause I'm really just tryna forget how you smell

And I'm really fucked up but I'm focused on wealth

So I'm tuckin my shirt in my Louis V belt

He know he'll get hurt so he tucking his tail

Could have bought a Ferrari what's been on my scale

And I'm not saying sorry I'm wishing you well

I set fye to the rain like my name was Adele

I got numb to the pain you can probably tell

I'm smokin propane (yeah)

My lil bitch go both ways (yeah)

Stay down and I won't change (yeah)

I'm just tryna maintain (yeah)

She tryna be my main thing (yeah)

Cut that bitch off like a switchblade

I'm finna whip my wrist like a beyblade

Can you please put that shit right in my face bae

Ima kick it with ya bitch and I could be her sensei

I could fuck it up and get it all back in the same day

I be coming different yeah you know I had to switch lanes

I be going crazy I ain't even dropped a mixtape

Yeah I had to learn I gotta make a couple mistakes

I'm just tryna find a couple different ways to get paid

Tie my shoes up I ain't tripping what a bitch say

Baby I don't wanna fall in love I wanna get laid

I'm sick of myself

Fuck it I said it I'm sick of myself

Honestly shit ain't been goin too well

And I gotta quit smokin it's bad for my health

When I look at myself I'm like bruh what the hell

You say you need closure bitch do it yaself

So I ain't coming over I don't wanna yell

And I don't wanna hold you my body will melt

Cause I'm really just tryna forget how you smell

And I'm really fucked up but I'm focused on wealth

So I'm tuckin my shirt in my Louis V belt

He know he'll get hurt so he tucking his tail

Could have bought a Ferrari what's been on my scale

And I'm not saying sorry I'm wishing you well

I set fye to the rain like my name was Adele

I got numb to the pain you can probably tell

So cold I could make a bitch anemic

My old bitch take me shopping in neimans

She got her own shit man I love to see it

She got no kids but she want my semen

Try to hop on the wave might get seasick

I know I'm finna blow up cause I really just believe it

Come and pick ya hoe up cause I really don't need it

Gotta get the dough up bank account gotta feed it

I just pulled up in a fuckin tank can't see it