Get Along (Explicit)
Lil Baby, Lil Yachty, Lucki, Veeze"Get Along (Explicit)" is a song by Lil Baby, Lil Yachty, Lucki, Veeze, released in 2025 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:47 long and contains 101 lines and 714 words.
Lyrics
0:01Ayy with the wolves and the snakes I'm safe
0:03Niggas asked for the fame can't relate
0:05Gettin' high in the Lam' like a date
0:07She my twin but we can't get along
0:09Drinkin' dope like we still in the '80s
0:11Mud fake probably havin' withdrawals
0:12Got paper that ho get a
0:14Ayy ayy
0:16Got paper that ho get along
0:18Got paper that ho get along
0:19Got paper that ho get along
0:22I'll make a bad bitch hit notes
0:24Me and twin get the highest for sure
0:25We pour codeine in high doses
0:27I don't get how a broke nigga joke
0:29These lil' niggas
0:31No way a nigga really want smoke
0:33I'll fly a bitch in won't poke her
0:34I just want her to see me the most
0:36What?
0:36Richest young niggas you know
0:38Okay
0:38If it's up with me don't post it
0:40Need to be worried 'bout bills
0:42Worried 'bout the fuck I'm postin'
0:44Same young niggas I post with mm
0:46Post up H-Town loaded
0:47Pretty young bitches come hold it
0:49Big-boy faces tote it
0:51Movin' around focused
0:53Slime I'm the coldest
0:54Slide it to bro I owe him
0:56Slatt
0:56Get niggas spent like a token
0:58Hey I be slimy but I'm still focused
1:02She standin' on what she say
1:03Whenever I see her I got somethin' for her
1:05I really be livin' I'm livin' in space
1:07I'm thinkin' the Bentley and 'Rari and solar
1:08Come out your feelings but you in the way
1:10You get spoiled if you get your play
1:12I still be laughin' 'cause niggas be backwards
1:14I got on my cleats and I didn't even play
1:16If I could buy the world I'm barely sober
1:17Recommend ten milligrams in a day
1:19Twin like Blake put a nigga on a poster
1:21And I'm gon' autograph with my name
1:23She say I'm perfect but I'm two-faced
1:25She say I'm perfect but I'm two
1:27Ayy ayy
1:28Got paper that ho get along
1:30Got paper that ho get along
1:32Got paper that ho get along
1:34Ayy ayy
1:34Biggest label in hip-hop Can't Be Fucked With
1:36Got paper that ho get along
1:37Got paper that ho get along
1:38Yeah Wavy Navy Oink Boys
1:39Got paper that ho get along yeah
1:40I put the swag in all of that shit that they said
1:42You know that they got it from me
1:43You know they got it from me
1:44I let this ho take one of my Chrome Hearts sweaters
1:46I bought it too little for me uh
1:47We was just juggin' for lean how I write up the script man
1:49The bros used to call me Spike Lee
1:51I was just hittin' that bitch
1:52Then I passed her to Tune ain't a ballhog you feel? It ain't deep
1:54You know I'm sick as the A-I-Ds
1:56Reach for a chain you gon' lay where I preach
1:58Bah bah
1:58He got some pints thirty-eight yeah we meetin'
2:00Ugh
2:00Say he gettin' money where it at? I ain't see it
2:02I'm in the cell three hundred and sixty-five days man
2:04I feel like the Tower of Pisa
2:05All year all week
2:06I'm never solo as long as that blick on my side
2:07When I squeeze it it's feelin' like teamwork
2:09Pullin' her weave then buy her a bundle
2:11If she a dime I send her to doubles
2:12I'm sippin' Wock' I know that you jealous
2:14I'm fuckin' first night or holdin' a grudge
2:16Bet you ain't ever just seen
2:17You a group of young niggas with millions that's comin' like us
2:20You ain't ever seen this Patek
2:21It's rose with brown on the face like Nestle Crunch
2:23Lil'-ass nigga
2:24Cullinan floatin' like a boat on land
2:26I don't fuck with niggas we the Can't Be clan
2:28'Member payin' twenty-five cent for a Xan'
2:30Sell 'em for a dollar Chrome Heart joggers
2:31I done left five M cash with the robbers
2:33I ain't seen a problem that the money can't solve
2:35Beefin' 'bout a bitch had to kill my dog
2:37And I had to tell his mama that it ain't my fault
2:39Buyin' all the buttons we preparin' for a war
2:40Brodie comin' home I'm just waitin' on the call
2:42Yeah he ran off but he ain't get far
2:44Started from the bottom now I'm high as the stars
2:47Yeah
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
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