Get Along Lyrics by Lil Baby, Lil Yachty, LUCKI & Veeze
Ayy, with the wolves and the snakes, I’m safe
Niggas asked for the fame, can’t relate
Gettin’ *** in the Lamb’ like a date
She my twin, but we can’t get along
Drinkin’ *** 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 *** hit notes
Me and twin get the highest, for sure
We pour codeine in *** doses
I don’t get how a broke *** joke
These lil’ niggas **** (Phew)
No way a *** really want smoke
I fly a *** in, won’t poke her
I just want her to see me the most (What?)
Richest young niggas, ya know (Okay)
If it’s up with me don’t post it
Need to be worried ’bout bills, not what the *** I’m postin’
Same young niggas I post with (Mm)
Post up, H-Town, loaded (Whew)
Pretty young ***, come hold it (Whew)
Big boy, faces, toted (Damn)
Movin’ around, boat-less (Whew)
Slime, I’m the coldest
Slide it to the bro, how I owe him? (Slatt)
Get niggas spent like a token
[Verse 3: LUCKI]
Ayy, I be slimy but I’m still focused
She stand on what she say
Whenever I see her, I got something for her
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, I’m banned in SoHo
Recommend ten milligrams in a day
Twin like Blake, put a *** 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
Ayy, ayy
Got paper and ho get along (The label in here, I can’t be *** with)
Got paper and ho get along (Yeah, like, ***)
Got paper and ho get along
Yeah, I put the swag and all of that *** 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 juggin’ with lean, I write up the script, man, the bro used to call me Spike Lee (What the ***?)
I was just hittin’ that *** 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 I buy her a bundle
Yeah, she a ***, I say I had to dub her
I’m sippin’ Wock’, I know that you jealous
I’m ***’ first night, or holdin’ a grudge
Bet you ain’t ever seen you a good year
Niggas with millions comin’ like us
You ain’t ever seen this Patek, it’s rosey
Brown in the face like niggas in a [?] (***)
Yeah, Cullinan flown like a boat on land
I don’t *** with niggas, we the can’t be clan
Remember payin’ twenty-five zen for a Xan’
Sell ’em for a dollar, Chrome Heart joggers
I done left five M cash, we the robbers
I ain’t seen a problem that money can’t solve
Beefin’ ’bout a ***, they done killed my dog
And I gotta tell your mama that it ain’t my fault
Findin’ all the buttons, we preparin’ for a war
Brodie comin’ home, I’m just waitin’ on a call
Yeah, he ran off, but he ain’t get far
Started from the bottom, now I’m *** as the stars, yeah