"Together" lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah
(SwagDot)
Hold on, Swag, whatever I said, you gon' what?
Do this together
Ayy, man, Longway and Swag on the beat together?

I keep hearin' voices saying get it—
Every time I hit it, she think we go to—
All my racks, these bitches in my pocket, stickin'—
I trust my niggas, I don't put trust in bitches, so we stickin'—
Won't fall out with bitches, we gon' fuck 'em together
I don't know why these bitches thinkin' we gon' go together
We were fucked up in the trap, then me and my dog went up together
Baking soda, fish scale, mix that shit together

When it rain, me and my Glock together, we don't need no umbrella
.223s, I make that bitch go bang, no beat, acapella
Chrome Heart jeans, I'm steppin' in Christian D's, I put that shit together
Just me and my dog, don't need no extra co-de, we doin' that shit together
Uh, I can't bust a nut unless she bring two hoes or better
Uh, I'm one of them rappers that's trappin' and rappin' and puttin' them bricks together
Uh, I'm one of them rappers that's trappin' and rappin', got bags and bricks, et cetera
Uh, walk in your trap, take over your trap, make a money bag bitch go federal
Back to back Lambos, they look mad blue when they Neighborhood stickin' to—
Told her blow on the dick like a bowl of hot soup when she tryna get back—
When you fucked up, nothin' but the scale and the glass bag, tryna get this shit to—
Hundred round drum for you and your man, yeah, y'all can get this shit to—

I keep hearin' voices saying get it—
Every time I hit it, she think we go to—
All my racks, these bitches in my pocket, stickin'—
I trust my niggas, I don't put trust in bitches, so we stickin'—
Won't fall out with bitches, we gon' fuck 'em together
I don't know why these bitches thinkin' we gon' go together
We were fucked up in the trap, then me and my dog went up together
Baking soda, fish scale, mix that shit together

I keep on hearing voices in my head, they tellin' me get it together
Them bitches wanna pull up consecutive times, I told 'em to pull up together
My homie got bodies consecutive times, I sent him ten pounds in that letter
I had a dream he broke out a thousand times with two letters stacked together
I pop a bean and break her spine a thousand times, then pass her to slime
I sent the pack across the county line at least a thousand times
Got these blue Benjamins, I send a bounty for mine
Murder, we do county time
She fell in love, she thinkin' valentine
Longway just stuck on her mind
I get the mills and spend it on wheels and I put in overtime
Fill up the Birkin with blues, she feel a lil' better
The bitch fresh, thicker than—
Told her to eat up the dick like an edible
When I wan' fuck, I need two hoes to—
Just me and my Glock and that dick and Beretta
When I get that stick, we gon' shoot to—

I keep hearin' voices saying get it—
Every time I hit it, she think we go to—
All my racks, these bitches in my pocket, stickin'—
I trust my niggas, I don't put trust in bitches, so we stickin'—
Won't fall out with bitches, we gon' fuck 'em together
I don't know why these bitches thinkin' we gon' go together
We were fucked up in the trap, then me and my dog went up together
Baking soda, fish scale, mix that shit together