Lil Baby, Lil Yachty, LUCKI, Veeze 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 brokе nigga joke These lil' niggas **** No way a nigga rеally 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