Gettin By Lyrics - V6: The Gift - Lloyd Banks

"Gettin' By" 

I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by Stand up guy, pick the marro 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 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 

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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 

Racks tuck, nigga what 

Baddest bitches getting touched 

I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by 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 many slow 

Lie to my daughter like I'm chopping up soap 

Fuck you mean, what the fuck you know 

Still ain't met another nigga like me 

Hollow tip shots motherfucker I'm a G 

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 will leave you now 

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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 

Racks tuck, nigga what 

Baddest bitches getting touched 

I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by