Get Along (Explicit)

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
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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
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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