Either You Or Me ft. Lul Bang Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Im tryn do things my fam ain't seen like get this green for weeks

Im out hea working days

Night in streets nights it's best I Keep my heat

Cause I can't go out like no sucker

I'm first to bust it

It either you or me

And with my bro's do no discussion

Bitch are you dumb see all these folks with me

Say we be turnt like we be over seas

This yacht going super speed

And I can not trust no thot

Won't fuck no bop

What she gone do for me

So I picked up the pack made me a rack

Gotta keep me a strap I can't never lack

Cause I gotta make it home to my son my number 1

The one who keep me rapping

Yeah

The one who keep me going

The one who keep me up when times be down thats why I'm steady scoring

Keep a big smile on my face

Glock on my waist for the times when shit get dumb

Riding shotgun with my bae tryna shoot this drac like who like tryna feel this gun

Yeah

Say who tryna feel this K

Cause I'm tryna uh and spray

Let a ni**ha come on my block think he get tough he get popped den get his ass sent away

We get his ass sent to moon for tryna be cool know you ain't one of dem dudes

Outside posted up with yo crew lil bitch tell the truth youn own noun one of dem tools

You can look in lil bro eyes see he ain't that

What the fuck wrong with dude

I be silent when I'm mad until I'm not

Like what the fuck wrong with you

Ion een like being in the mix

Ion een fuck with drama

Bet I throw that shit on like Steve Harvey

Cool like I'm Obama

Hell Nah Ion want that bitch

She look like a lama

And den these hoes be dumb as hell

They ain't got no common

( sense )

Bitch I grew up in the hood all we had was ramen

( bitch )

I might boil a ni**ah noodle he wan using his common

( sense )

Of course that boy get gunned down he wasn't using his brain

( Yeah I'm Lul Bang )

I thought I told em once before these beats can not be tained

And I just might pop out the cut like a pimple

Frtt

Beep

The money counter said the pack did triple

Preds don't count need to do slippers

( At all )

That wan security that was my ni**ah

I'm BRJ stepping about them 3 letters you gone 150

Bang protected this area limited

51 shots out the back Ian fidgeting

Might rock a show get paid spin again

Changing my ways

Still on top like a ceiling

Sick of G-lcok cuh pass me the FN

Book me for a show in yo city I'm next in

Boy's get quiet when men didn't step in

Fucking that bitch like I'm fresh out the pen

They say that they want it But now that they got it I guess this is where all of the switching begins

But I got a switch make em pick one out

Send yo ass to the yard like granny did

What would yo family do if you off of da grid

Post Instagram pictures and sit with ya kids

Reality ni**ah as bad as it is my lawyer equipped with some magical skills

Put X Y Z on a ni**ah when I get done bet his ass won't diss again

On bang