Gettin' By

[Intro: Lloyd Banks] I’m drunk, I’m high, damn near gettin' by [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Stand up guy, bet the mound from the ground I’m a south side nigga, fuck around fuck around Jumping bitches 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 weed loud as a AR I heard money the only thing that holds weight 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 [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] A pound of loud, smoke up Everyday I’m getting stuck In my city they get down Watch the way I hold it up Won’t give in, won’t give up I gotta be rich as fuck Racks tuck, nigga what Baddest bitches getting touched I’m drunk, I’m high, damn near gettin' by I’m drunk, I’m high, damn near gettin' by I’m drunk, I’m high, damn near gettin' by I’m drunk, I’m high, damn near gettin' by [Verse 2: Schoolboy Q] Dear hater, a playa is definitly in your radar My bitch goes to work, she fucks me on her day off Laid off huh, why would she fuck with a nigga like you She wanna fuck with a nigga named Q Number 1 gangster can’t be two Gotta get dough I ain’t tryin’ to be poor Nigga go broke cuz his rap money slow Lie to my daughter like I'm chopping up soap Gotta sell dope, every gram mean hope Fuck you mean, what the fuck you know Still ain’t met another nigga like me Sippin Hennessy, weed crumbs on the seat Hollow tip shots motherfucker I’m a G Let’s get slow, slur relax And have no worries ’cause I’m blessed Made 20 thousand dollars through a fucking text And I said yes before I stretch, she give me neck, your city next So this your town, fuck your respect I’m the headline you don’t get my check Back wood toke, let a real nigga 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 bitch and dick her down Me & Banks was smoking loud Bet your ho gon leave you now [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] A pound of loud, smoke up Everyday I’m getting stuck In my city they get down Watch the way I hold it up Won’t give in, won’t give up I gotta be rich as fuck Racks tuck, nigga what Baddest bitches getting touched I’m drunk, I’m high, damn near gettin' by I’m drunk, I’m high, damn near gettin' by I’m drunk, I’m high, damn near gettin' by I’m drunk, I’m high, damn near gettin' by