Either Way

[Chorus]
Dese niggas just talk, cappin'
Run up on me lil' nigga I'm clappin'
Bodies on bodies my hittas are snappin'
They just want to catch me lackin'
Shooter came home, did a drill in my backend
Told bro he see a opp let it crack him
Fuck the talkin' let's suit up and action
Hunnid days, hunnid nights straight trappin'
If he get caught, never say none
Told my hooyo, "No more day jobs"
Bitch I'm ballin' like the playoffs
Leanz wit' me, we 'bout to take off
Smeeks wit' me, he'll blow your face off
I can go to war, I got my cake up
Bitches love us, some just hate us
Either way, man, I got my cake up

[Verse 1]
Got a bad bitch, lil' savage
If you fuck her then you can have it
We the hardest and we ain't average
Catch a opp, man, I leave him damaged
If he doesn't die, bet []
Want the realest, not the badest
In a foreign, man, in the fastest
Money makin', I make it happen
Vendies callin' tryna book me
At the top, where the mandem should be
Did the dash wit' my nigga spooky
Fuck the jake, man, he just a rookie
The life I live, man, damn it's risky
If you shoot, man, you not miss me
Milly told me, man, hold this glizzy
Incase dese dumb bitches movin' iffy

[Chorus]
Dese niggas just talk, cappin'
Run up on me lil' nigga I'm clappin'
Bodies on bodies my hittas are snappin'
They just want to catch me lackin'
Shooter came home, did a drill in my backend
Told bro he see a opp let it crack him
Fuck the talkin' let's suit up and action
Hunnid days, hunnid nights straight trappin'
If he get caught, never say none
Told my hooyo, "No more day jobs"
Bitch I'm ballin' like the playoffs
Leanz wit' me, we 'bout to take off
Smeeks wit' me, he'll blow your face off
I can go to war, I got my cake up
Bitches love us, some just hate us
Either way, man, I got my cake up

[Verse 2]
Bitches know, man, I got the drip sauce
Niggas mad 'cause I got their bitch gone
I'm a boss just like I'm Rick Ross
I swear I got the opps really pissed off
Hundred shooters and man, they pissed off
Free the real, man, I really miss ya
Talk money or it's a missed call
Talk money or it's a missed call
Dese niggas don't know what I go through
I'm tryna just roll wit' the whole crew
I'm tryna live lavish, foreigns in traffic
Been in the Le since like '02
I'm just tryna get bands
Do this for gang
Caddy, I do this for you
Forever slidin' for you
And live the dream right for you
Spin the block, man, like a DJ
Got the mandem right on 3way
Make a sale just like I'm eBay
3 got my back like I'm D Wade
Take your bitch she don't fuck with losers
Got the juice you can call me Booster
Bitch we skurrt, pull up like Ubers
In the hood I was with them shooters

[Chorus]
Dese niggas just talk, cappin'
Run up on me lil' nigga I'm clappin'
Bodies on bodies my hittas are snappin'
They just want to catch me lackin'
Shooter came home, did a drill in my backend
Told bro he see a opp let it crack him
Fuck the talkin' let's suit up and action
Hunnid days, hunnid nights straight trappin'
If he get caught, never say none
Told my hooyo, "No more day jobs"
Bitch I'm ballin' like the playoffs
Leanz wit' me, we 'bout to take off
Smeeks wit' me, he'll blow your face off
I can go to war, I got my cake up
Bitches love us, some just hate us
Either way, man, I got my cake up