Get Along (feat. Lil Yachty, LUCKI & Veeze)

Ay, 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 (bullet)

She my twin, but we can't get along

Drinkin' dope like we still in the '80s

Mud fake, prolly havin' withdrawals

Got paper, that ho get a

Ay, ay, got paper, that ho get along

Got paper, that ho get along

Got paper, that ho get along (bullet)

I'll make a bad bitch hit notes

Me and twin get the highest fasho

We pour codeine in high doses

I don't get how a broke nigga joke

These lil' niggas f- (phew)

No way a nigga really want shmoke

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

I just want her to see me the most (what? What?)

Richest young niggas you know (okay)

If it's up with me, don't post it (phew)

Need to be worried 'bout bills

Worried 'bout the fuck I'm postin' (phew)

Same young niggas I post with (mmh)

Post up, H-Town, loaded (huh)

Pretty young bitches come hold it (phew)

Big-boy faces, tote it (what?)

Movin' around focused (phew), slime, I'm the coldest

Slide it to bro, I owe him (slatt), get niggas spent like a token (rrr)

Ay, I be slimy, but I'm still focused

She standin' on what she say, whenever I see her, I got somethin' for her (what?)

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 e'en play

If I could buy the world, I'm barely sober, recommend ten milligrams in a day (what?)

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

Ay, ay, got paper, that ho get along

Got paper, that ho get along

Got paper, that ho get along (what?)

Ay, ay (biggest label in hip-hop, Can't Be Fucked With, yeah), 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 (shh)

I was just hittin' that bitch, then I passed her to Tune, ain't a ball hog, 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, 38, yeah, we meetin' (ugh), say he gettin' money, where it at? I ain't see it

I'm on that syrup 365 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 (ah)

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 (yeah)

Bet you ain't ever just seen you a group of young niggas with millions that's comin' like us (hrrt)

You ain't ever seen this Patek, it's rose with brown on the face like Nestle Crunch (lil'-ass nigga)

Ay, Cullinan floatin' like a boat on land

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

'Member payin' 25 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 dawg

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