Get Along Lyrics

Let me turn the music up so they don't hear us

Have you ever had a nigga give you real love

It be hard to fall in love cause I don't feel much

And I don't even want that shit if it ain't sealed up

I kick that bitch out, next day, she still come

Ayy, AR with a scope, I go real dumb

I might have to rob that niggaa when the deal done

I might pop another Percocet if I don't feel nothin

I don't know

Drop your location, okay, I'll go

Keep it low-key, okay, I know

There ain't no way you came alone

Baby, bring your friends, baby, we could get along

Off the drink, I'm just tryna get her home

In love with the money, me and money get along

I'm just tryna teach you what is really right from wrong

I'm just tryna get you for the night, then send you home

Everybody tough until they lookin' at the chrome

She gon' blow a niggaa phone till a nigga home

God, please forgive me every time I do wrong

Ayy, R.I.P. my niggas, that's already gone

AR get the guap, bitch, I'm already knowin

know that they be hatin' when I'm slidin' in a foreign

I just put new rims on the whip and it look gorgeous

Shawty lookin' at me like how could even afford that

Ayy, ayy, I want all of that

Ayy, I just want that geek

Ayy, I don't wanna chat

Ayy, shawty feelin' me

Ayy, where the problem at

Ayy, I was broke and shit

And now you want me back?

The plug know I get the work, I'm finna double that

I keep it real from the jump, and I stuck with that

And that lil' 22, please don't up with that

AR with a scope, I'll put you in a body bag

I been gettin' to the guap, so they probably mad

We don't smoke the same, cause this is exotic gas

Ain't no duckin' when that motherfuckin' shotty blast

Niggas trippin' over a bitch that probably had

And if you catch me in the whip, then it's probably fast

Niggas say they doin' shit that they never have

I just got a new bitch with a better ass

And if you up that motherfucker, then you better blast

I was hangin' on the block, you was still in class

Sippin' wokhardt, every time I'm feelin' bad

When I was fucked up, how you turn away from me

Things get tough, and you just gon' turn your back

Things get tough, and you just gon'

Brand new glock I might up with that

Fuckin' on this bitch, I delete her when she call me but really

I don't know