Or Whateva’ lyrics

[Produced by Mr. Incredible]

[Verse 1]
I get my lead from different stores
[?] get head from different whores
They come over, do me like chores
I be putting numbers on the board
I am very afraid of snitches
I do not f*ck with oppositions
I got a big homie named Vicious
Honestly I think all you n*ggas is b*tches
If it ain’t drill, yeah we them real dudes
Pay them and slide off in a rental
Look at his corpse in my rear view
Try to kill me and I will kill you
I chase that money for my daughter
My mama used to sell that water
My auntie turned me to a baller
RIP G, he was a soldier
I chase them dollars, make them bands till I sleep in a coffin
Put a hole in his head, n*gga think he a dolphin
I’m in love with that strong and that sh*t keep me coughing
These b*tch n*ggas ain’t about that
I’m as real as they come
Shawtys’ll kill em, pop a Xanny, and forget what they done
Goofy should’ve had it on him, killed him getting his gun
Get theses groupie b*tches off me, where my bubble, Akon
I don’t got time for these b*tches
Bring your top to my town, I’m a souvenir to these b*tches
And I got something for b*tch n*ggas
Four fours, four nickels, open heads by the boat load
Some more sh*t that explode
Take your ho while your ho go
Hella chains, got a towrope
Mubu gang, call us bingo
Broad day, let the thing go
Head down, that’s a freethrow
Your b*tch, that’s a freak ho
Let a n*gga get some lean ho
Ralph got me with the munchies
b*tch my bands come in bunches
Or whatever, or whatever
b*tch my bands come in bunches
Or whatever, or whatever