Either Way lyrics

[Chorus]
Dese n*ggas just talk, cappin'
Run up on me lil' n*gga 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
f*ck 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"
b*tch 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
b*tches love us, some just hate us
Either way, man, I got my cake up

[Verse 1]
Got a bad b*tch, lil' savage
If you f*ck 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 n*gga spooky
f*ck 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 b*tches movin' iffy
[Chorus]
Dese n*ggas just talk, cappin'
Run up on me lil' n*gga 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
f*ck 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"
b*tch 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
b*tches love us, some just hate us
Either way, man, I got my cake up

[Verse 2]
b*tches know, man, I got the drip sauce
n*ggas mad 'cause I got their b*tch gone
I'm a boss just like I'm Rick Ross
I swear I got the opps really p*ssed off
Hundred shooters and man, they p*ssed 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 n*ggas 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 b*tch she don't f*ck with losers
Got the juice you can call me Booster
b*tch we skurrt, pull up like Ubers
In the hood I was with them shooters
[Chorus]
Dese n*ggas just talk, cappin'
Run up on me lil' n*gga 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
f*ck 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"
b*tch 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
b*tches love us, some just hate us
Either way, man, I got my cake up