Schoolboy Q - Gettin' By lyrics

[Intro] I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by (x8) [Verse 1 - Lloyd Banks] Stand up guy, bet the mound from the ground I'm a south side n***a, f** around f** around Jumping b**hes off the vert Throw these dollars make them work Silly a** dancer think she gonna get me with all that mileage, no she won't Easily broke you don't keep hope k** or be k**ed, 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 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 [Hook] 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 f** Racks tuck, n***a what Baddest b**hes getting touched I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by (x4) [Verse 2 - Schoolboy Q] Dear hater, a playa is definitly in your radar My b**h goes to work, she f**s me on her day off Laid off huh, why would she f** with a n***a like you She wanna f** with a n***a named Q Number 1 gangster can't be two Gotta get dough I ain't tryin' to be poor n***a go broke cuz his rap money slow Lie to my daughter like I'm chopping up soap Gotta sell dope, every gram mean hope f** you mean, what the f** you know Still ain't met another n***a like me Sippin Hennessy, weed crumbs on the seat Hollow tip shots motherf**er I'm a G Let's get slow, slur relax And have no worries 'cause I'm blessed Made 20 thousand dollars through a f**ing text And I said yes before I stretch, she give me neck, your city next So this your town, f** your respect I'm the headline you don't get my check Back wood toke, let a real n***a 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, pa** it around Prowl the b**h and dick her down Me & Banks was smoking loud Bet your ho will leave you now [Hook] 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 f** Racks tuck, n***a what Baddest b**hes getting touched I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by (x4)