Get Along (Explicit)

Get Along (Explicit) - Lil Baby/Lil Yachty/Lucki/Veeze

Lyrics by：Dominique Jones/Miles McCollum/LC Camel Jr/Karon Vantrees/Abdul Thompson/Sebastian Gonzalez/John Weise/Jalen Weise/Zeus Negrete

Composed by：Dominique Jones/Miles McCollum/LC Camel Jr/Karon Vantrees/Abdul Thompson/Sebastian Gonzalez/John Weise/Jalen Weise/Zeus Negrete

Produced by：BrentRambo/SG1/Y2Krazy

Ayy with the wolves and the snakes I'm safe

Niggas asked for the fame can't relate

Gettin' high in the Lam' like a date

She my twin but we can't get along

Drinkin' dope like we still in the '80s

Mud fake probably havin' withdrawals

Got paper that ho get a

Ayy ayy

Got paper that ho get along

Got paper that ho get along

Got paper that ho get along

I'll make a bad bitch hit notes

Me and twin get the highest for sure

We pour codeine in high doses

I don't get how a broke nigga joke

These lil' niggas

No way a nigga really want smoke

I'll fly a bitch in won't poke her

I just want her to see me the most

What?

Richest young niggas you know

Okay

If it's up with me don't post it

Need to be worried 'bout bills

Worried 'bout the fuck I'm postin'

Same young niggas I post with mm

Post up H-Town loaded

Pretty young bitches come hold it

Big-boy faces tote it

Movin' around focused

Slime I'm the coldest

Slide it to bro I owe him

Slatt

Get niggas spent like a token

Hey I be slimy but I'm still focused

She standin' on what she say

Whenever I see her I got somethin' for her

I really be livin' I'm livin' in space

I'm thinkin' the Bentley and 'Rari and solar

Come out your feelings but you in the way

You get spoiled if you get your play

I still be laughin' 'cause niggas be backwards

I got on my cleats and I didn't even play

If I could buy the world I'm barely sober

Recommend ten milligrams in a day

Twin like Blake put a nigga on a poster

And I'm gon' autograph with my name

She say I'm perfect but I'm two-faced

She say I'm perfect but I'm two

Ayy ayy

Got paper that ho get along

Got paper that ho get along

Got paper that ho get along

Ayy ayy

Biggest label in hip-hop Can't Be Fucked With

Got paper that ho get along

Got paper that ho get along

Yeah Wavy Navy Oink Boys

Got paper that ho get along yeah

I put the swag in all of that shit that they said

You know that they got it from me

You know they got it from me

I let this ho take one of my Chrome Hearts sweaters

I bought it too little for me uh

We was just juggin' for lean how I write up the script man

The bros used to call me Spike Lee

I was just hittin' that bitch

Then I passed her to Tune ain't a ballhog you feel? It ain't deep

You know I'm sick as the A-I-Ds

Reach for a chain you gon' lay where I preach

Bah bah

He got some pints thirty-eight yeah we meetin'

Ugh

Say he gettin' money where it at? I ain't see it

I'm in the cell three hundred and sixty-five days man

I feel like the Tower of Pisa

All year all week

I'm never solo as long as that blick on my side

When I squeeze it it's feelin' like teamwork

Pullin' her weave then buy her a bundle

If she a dime I send her to doubles

I'm sippin' Wock' I know that you jealous

I'm fuckin' first night or holdin' a grudge

Bet you ain't ever just seen

You a group of young niggas with millions that's comin' like us

You ain't ever seen this Patek

It's rose with brown on the face like Nestle Crunch

Lil'-ass nigga

Cullinan floatin' like a boat on land

I don't fuck with niggas we the Can't Be clan

'Member payin' twenty-five cent for a Xan'

Sell 'em for a dollar Chrome Heart joggers

I done left five M cash with the robbers

I ain't seen a problem that the money can't solve

Beefin' 'bout a bitch had to kill my dog

And I had to tell his mama that it ain't my fault

Buyin' all the buttons we preparin' for a war

Brodie comin' home I'm just waitin' on the call

Yeah he ran off but he ain't get far

Started from the bottom now I'm high as the stars

Yeah