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Either You Or Me (feat. Lul Bang) Video (MV)






iiamquieseyy - Either You Or Me (feat. Lul Bang) Lyrics
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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 f*ck 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 f*ck wrong with dude
I be silent when I'm mad until I'm not
Like what the f*ck wrong with you
Ion een like being in the mix
Ion een f*ck 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
F*cking 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
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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 f*ck 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 f*ck wrong with dude
I be silent when I'm mad until I'm not
Like what the f*ck wrong with you
Ion een like being in the mix
Ion een f*ck 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
F*cking 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
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Writer: Lul Bang, Marquies Bell, Dequantay Clemmons
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