Together - Pee Wee Longway

Yeah, yeah, yeah\n(SwagDot)\nHold on, Swag, whatever I said, you gon' what?\nDo this together\nAyy, man, Longway and Swag on the beat together?\nI keep hearin' voices saying get it—\nEvery time I hit it, she think we go to—\nAll my racks, these bitches in my pocket, stickin'—\nI trust my niggas, I don’t put trust in bitches, so we stickin'—\nWon’t fall out with bitches, we gon' fuck 'em together\nI don’t know why these bitches thinkin' we gon' go together\nWe were fucked up in the trap, then me and my dog went up together\nBaking soda, fish scale, mix that shit together\nWhen it rain, me and my Glock together, we don’t need no umbrella\n.223s, I make that bitch go bang, no beat, acapella\nChrome Heart jeans, I’m steppin' in Christian D’s, I put that shit together\nJust me and my dog, don’t need no extra co-de, we doin' that shit together\nUh, I can’t bust a nut unless she bring two hoes or better\nUh, I’m one of them rappers that’s trappin' and rappin' and puttin' them bricks\ntogether\nUh, I’m one of them rappers that’s trappin' and rappin', got bags and bricks,\net cetera\nUh, walk in your trap, take over your trap, make a money bag bitch go federal\nBack to back Lambos, they look mad blue when they Neighborhood stickin' to—\nTold her blow on the dick like a bowl of hot soup when she tryna get back—\nWhen you fucked up, nothin' but the scale and the glass bag, tryna get this\nshit to—\nHundred round drum for you and your man, yeah, y’all can get this shit to—\nI keep hearin' voices saying get it—\nEvery time I hit it, she think we go to—\nAll my racks, these bitches in my pocket, stickin'—\nI trust my niggas, I don’t put trust in bitches, so we stickin'—\nWon’t fall out with bitches, we gon' fuck 'em together\nI don’t know why these bitches thinkin' we gon' go together\nWe were fucked up in the trap, then me and my dog went up together\nBaking soda, fish scale, mix that shit together\nI keep on hearing voices in my head, they tellin' me get it together\nThem bitches wanna pull up consecutive times, I told 'em to pull up together\nMy homie got bodies consecutive times, I sent him ten pounds in that letter\nI had a dream he broke out a thousand times with two letters stacked together\nI pop a bean and break her spine a thousand times, then pass her to slime\nI sent the pack across the county line at least a thousand times\nGot these blue Benjamins, I send a bounty for mine\nMurder, we do county time\nShe fell in love, she thinkin' valentine\nLongway just stuck on her mind\nI get the mills and spend it on wheels and I put in overtime\nFill up the Birkin with blues, she feel a lil' better\nThe bitch fresh, thicker than—\nTold her to eat up the dick like an edible\nWhen I wan' fuck, I need two hoes to—\nJust me and my Glock and that dick and Beretta\nWhen I get that stick, we gon' shoot to—\nI keep hearin' voices saying get it—\nEvery time I hit it, she think we go to—\nAll my racks, these bitches in my pocket, stickin'—\nI trust my niggas, I don’t put trust in bitches, so we stickin'—\nWon’t fall out with bitches, we gon' fuck 'em together\nI don’t know why these bitches thinkin' we gon' go together\nWe were fucked up in the trap, then me and my dog went up together\nBaking soda, fish scale, mix that shit together