Get It Together Lyrics

We never cared what niggas did, that's why we probably never peaked

I'm going up, we probably never get to meet she not a freak, she probably never get with

Me I'm a G, they gotta pay me like a G

Just to breathe, just to walk, just to come and pop my shit

These niggas is not lit, like some burnt old hookah

Bitch, I been lit since John Wick was a shooter Oovoo ass niggas just talking front the computer

We walk up and bring it to you get you niggas together

Sliding, slutting out this bitch, fuck round and fucked up my leather

I need credit in the game, cause shit homage is better

How you expect me to say the same, you know I gots to get better

Top floor, I'm on tour, reciting flows from the Honda

Still got a song wit bob that if we drop it be drama

Chasing these commas, my mindset is still on a milli

Played that song back to back, I had a tourney in Philly

If niggas could feel me, probably jump right out of they body

Played it cool inside the spot, I caught a bitch in the lobby

That's why we, I played it cool in the spot, man, I don't gotta do too much

Get it together, swerve, you know, back, up

We never care when niggas dance, that's why we probably never peaked

I'm going up, we probably never get to meet

She not a freak, she probably never get with me

I'm a G, they gotta pay me like a G

Just to come through, just to turn up

Only sliding if me and Swerve could burn up

Pack the stew like a spliff, we gon' turn up

It's like, homecoming, these three get a track

I'm up to bat, home running

Floating on these track, it's like a nigga foam running

These bitches can't touch me, same hoes that was frontin

Now days they can't fuck me, cause I be on the road a lot

And time costs way too much, bitches throwing pussy

Used to tell me, ni you play too much

Couldn't get a minute, now they tryna stay a day with us

Hating niggas mad, I bet they wanna do away with us

Got it out the mud, I really went and made a name for us

Hating ass niggas, bet they wanna do away with us

Got it out the mud, I really made a name for us

So I swear, we never cared what niggas did

That's why we probably never peaked

I'm going up, we probably never get to meet

She not a freak, she probably never get with me

I'm a G, they gotta pay me like a G

I'm having million dollar dreams, let's turn them to reality

We painting pictures in the booth, tryna make a gallery

In a week, we spend you weak niggas' salaries

They wanna burn me like a trainer burn calories

But these lanes can't take me out, like a bitch you can't hit

Ain't no bitch I can't get, in my city, that's a fact

Put my city on the map, that's a stamp, drop the pen

Put your money on the gang, I swear to God, we gon' win

Put your money on the gang, I swear to God, we gon' win