Get Along
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 on that syrup 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
