Lil Baby, Lil Yachty, LUCKI & Veeze – Get Along Lyrics

Lil Baby, Lil Yachty, LUCKI & Veeze – Get Along Lyrics
Get Along
Lil Baby, Lil Yachty, LUCKI & Veeze
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    "Get Along." - Lil Baby, Lil Yachty, LUCKI & Veeze

    Album: The Leaks
    Track No: 11

    Ayy, with the wolves and the snakes, I'm safe

    Niggas asked for the fame, can't relate

    Gettin' high in the Lamb' 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 and ho get a—

    Ayy, ayy

    Got paper and ho get along

    Got paper and ho get along

    Got paper and ho get along

    I 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 **** (Phew)

    No way a nigga really want smoke

    I fly a bitch in and won't poke her, I just want her to see me the most (What? What?)

    Rich young niggas, ya know? (Okay)

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

    Need to be worried 'bout bills, not worried 'bout what the fuck I'm postin'

    Same young niggas I post with (Mm)

    Post up, H-Town, loaded (Whew)

    Pretty young bitch, come hold it (Phew)

    Big boy, faces, toted (What? Phew)

    Movin' around, boat-less (Phew)

    Slime, I'm the coldest

    Slide it to bro, how I owe him? (Slatt)

    Get niggas spent like a token (Uh-huh)

    Ayy, I be slimin', but I'm steady 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 big in the Bentley and 'Rari, I'm solar

    Mind your feelings, but you in the way

    We could explore, don't forget your play

    I still be laughin' 'cause niggas be backwards

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

    Talk about the world when I'm banned in SoHo

    Recommend ten milligrams in a day

    Twin like Blake, put a nigga on a poster

    And I'm gon' autograph with my name

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

    She said I'm perfect but I'm two—

    Ayy, ayy

    Got paper and ho get along

    Got paper and ho get along

    Got paper and ho get along (What?)

    Ayy, ayy

    Got paper and ho get along (The label in here, I can't be fucked with)

    Got paper and ho get along (Yeah, like, nigga)

    Got paper and ho get along

    Yeah, I put the swag and all of that shit that they said, you know that they got it from me (You know that they got it from me)

    I let the ho take one of my Chrome Hearts sweaters, her body too little for me

    We was just jiggin' with lean, I write up the script, man, the bro used to call me Spike Lee (What the fuck?)

    I was just hittin' that bitch and I pass her to Tune and I ball hog, your feelings ain't deep

    You know sent you the AR deeds

    You reach for a chain, you gon' lay where I preach

    He got them pints, .38, yeah, we need it (Ugh)

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

    I'm in that cell, three-hundred and sixty-five days

    Man, I feel like the Tower of Pisa (Oh, yeah)

    I'm never solo, as long as that blick on my side and I squeeze it, it's feelin' like teamwork

    Pullin' her weave, then buy her a bundle

    Yeah, she a thot, I say I had to dub her

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

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

    Bae, you ain't ever just seen you a group of young niggas with millions comin' like us

    You ain't ever seen this Patek, it's rosey

    Brown in the face like niggas in a [?] (Nigga)

    Yeah, Cullinan flown like a boat on land

    I don't fuck with niggas, we the Kan't Be Klan

    Remember payin' twenty-five cent for a Xan' (Xan')

    Sell 'em for a dollar, Chrome Heart joggers

    I done left five M cash, we the robbers (Robbers)

    I ain't seen a problem that money can't solve (Solve)

    Beefin' 'bout a bitch, they done killed my dog (Dog)

    And I gotta tell your mama that it ain't my fault (Fault)

    Findin' all the buttons, we preparin' for a war (War)

    Brodie comin' home, I'm just waitin' on a call (Call)

    Nigga ran off, but he ain't get far (Far)

    Started from the bottom, now I'm high as the stars (As the stars), yeah

    Writer(s): BrentRambo, Lil Baby, Lil Yachty, LUCKI, SG1, Veeze, Y2krazy, ZtheSavage.

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