Gettin By

Produced by Jerm

I’m drunk, I’m high, damn near gettin' by (x8)

Stand up guy, bet the mound from the ground

I’m a south side *******, ******* around ******* around

Jumping ******* off the vert

Throw these dollars make them work

Silly ass dancer think she gonna get me with all that mileage, no she won't

Easily broke you don’t keep hope

Kill or be killed, that murder she wrote

World full of bread, who wanna be broke

Daddy done dead, Ma gotta be both

Life’s too short, gotta be close

Tryin’ to get it big house out of these folks

Give me two years, it’ll probably be three

4 door benz make my flee

On the regular tip, I’m hit

Your lit, I’m super

Dude don't like when they set that trap

Just like that like I ain't never knew ya

Treat them hoes just like manure

I maneuver like booyah

I’m too ill to slip, new wheel to whip

Necklace out the cooler

I’ve been drunk and high all day y’all

My ****** loud as a AR

I heard money the only thing that holds weigh

A hundred and fifty pounds on the radar

Nine out of ten, there's a friend there's a snake

We all walk around with the same scar

Seems like it’s real but it ain’t

Bet these trips to the bank won't change naw

[02:53]A pound of loud, smoke up

[02:55]Everyday I’m getting stuck

[02:56]In my city they get down

[02:58]Watch the way I hold it up

[03:00]Won’t give in, won’t give up

[03:01]I gotta be rich as *******

[03:03]Racks tuck, ******* what

[03:05]Baddest ******* getting touched

[03:06]I’m drunk, I’m high, damn near gettin' by (x4)

Dear hater, a playa is definitly in your radar

My ************ goes to work, she ******* me on her day off

Laid off huh, why would she ******* with a ******* like you

She wanna ******* with a ******* named Q

Number 1 gangster can’t be two

Gotta get dough I ain’t tryin’ to be poor

******* go broke cuz his rap money slow

Lie to my daughter like I'm chopping up soap

Gotta sell ****, every gram mean hope

******* you mean, what the ******* you know

Still ain’t met another ******* like me

Sippin Hennessy, ****** crumbs on the seat

Hollow tip shots mother******* I’m a G

Let’s get slow, slur relax

And have no worries ’cause I’m blessed

Made 20 thousand dollars through a ******g text

And I said yes before I stretch, she give me neck, your city next

So this your town, ******* your respect

I’m the headline you don’t get my check

Back wood toke, let a real ******* smoke

Eyes bloodshot right behind these locs

Tryin’ to get a house up out these folks

Pimped out ride with the new gold spokes

Spark a blunt, pass it around

Prowl the ************ and ************ her down

Me & Banks was smoking loud

Bet your ho will leave you now