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EITHER WAY Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
Uhh, we gon' get either way
Eye to eye with all my plugs, never met em' till this day
We gon' send em' for that ride, lift em' to the pearly gates
Hundred or more for the ride, you dealing with a heavy weight
What you want? 5 6 thou' for the bowl
Shout my nigga Meech thought you was never coming home
Now we fucking every baddie every city that we go
Why the fuck you take the load if you can't get them gone?
All along, they was hating on us on the low
We could hit the road or we could get it through the phone
From the borough to the D, got dog shit up on the floor
Now we richer than them niggas who we ask to put us on
What you want? 5 6 thou' for the bowl
Shout my nigga Meech thought you was never coming home
Now we fucking every baddie every city that we go
Why the fuck you take the load if you can't get them gone?
All along, they was hating on us on the low
We could hit the road or we could get it through the phone
From the borough to the D, got dog shit up on the floor
Now we richer than them niggas who we ask to put us on (Dolla)
We gon' get either way
Eye to eye with all my plugs, never met em' till this day
We gon' take em' for that ride, lift em' to the pearly gates
Hundred or more for the ride, you dealing with a heavy weight
None of these diamonds S.I. that's not how a baller play
Ray ain't got no wocky for me, guess I'm sipping tris today
Keep the hollows in the glizzy, snitches giving tips away
Plays keep calling for them bizzy's, they mad that I'm out of state, ugh
She want affection from a nigga she'll die waiting
Drugs still book a rapper like he Live Nation (Ugh, ugh)
You are now rocking with a real one
Type to tip the fucking balance when the bill come
You ain't getting money I swear to god that you missing out
White bitch got a hold of my niggas ain't getting out
Party up in Poppy cus' of papi got me spending thousands
Three hundred grams on the cuban and I ain't signed to Kevin Liles
Quick to tell a bitch to take off work just to catch the mail
Quick to give a bitch some racks just to post my nigga bail
Bags moving by their self and still I can't be sitting still
Hit up RTA, I'm telling Andre that this shit is ill
Please don't try to short me cus' I promise you get stretched for it
East coast nigga but Queens they know me best shorty
Try to find a new way get this money to the west for me
Self made baller, these other niggas be bench warming
What you want? 5 6 thou' for the bowl
Shout my nigga Meech thought you was never coming home
Now we fucking every baddie every city that we go
Why the fuck you take the load if you can't get them gone?
All along, they was hating on us on the low
We could hit the road or we could get it through the phone
From the borough to the D, got dog shit up on the floor
Now we richer than them niggas who we ask to put us on
What you want? 5 6 thou' for the bowl
Shout my nigga Meech thought you was never coming home
Now we fucking every baddie every city that we go
Why the fuck you take the load if you can't get them gone?
All along, they was hating on us on the low
We could hit the road or we could get it through the phone
From the borough to the D, got dog shit up on the floor
Now we richer than them niggas who we ask to put us on
Richer than them niggas who we ask to put us on
Ugh, we gon' get it either way
We could hit the road or we could get it through the phone
Ugh, we gon' get it either way