Lil Baby taps LUCKI, Lil Yachty, and Veeze for “Get Along,” a gritty posse cut from his surprise drop THE LEAKS that flexes wealth, street smarts, and lean-soaked bravado like a victory lap over the doubters. This track buzzes with that unfiltered trap energy, turning leaked snippets into official fire that’s got fans replaying the chaotic verses.
“Get Along” kicks off with LUCKI’s hazy flow over moody beats, name-dropping wolves, snakes, and ’80s dope vibes before Yachty slides in with melodic hooks about high doses and richest young kings. Veeze brings the raw edge on swag theft and juggin’ tales, while Lil Baby closes with Cullinan flexes and war prep, all circling the chorus mantra: money and hoes make everything click. It’s peak Atlanta-to-Chicago pipeline, blending withdrawal confessions with unapologetic boss talk.
THE LEAKS hit as Lil Baby’s birthday gift to himself—a 15-track compilation of fan-favorite leaks finally polished and packaged via Quality Control. Guests like Young Thug on “Superman,” Playboi Carti & Skooly on “Let’s Do It,” and G Herbo on “All On Me” pack the project, turning whispers into a full tape that celebrates his grind from Zone 6 to the top.
Baby’s in king mode post-chart dominance, using THE LEAKS to reclaim his narrative amid the streets’ chaos—loyalty tested, problems solved with paper, and no room for fake energy. These bars hit harder knowing they’ve been circulating underground, now cemented as classics in his relentless catalog.
Dive into the Get Along lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other THE LEAKS tracks for more of Lil Baby’s unfiltered trap supremacy.
| Lead Vocals | Lil Baby, Lil Yachty, LUCKI & Veeze |
| Songwriter | LUCKI, Lil Yachty, Veeze, Lil Baby, Y2krazy, SG1 & BrentRambo |
| Music Producer | BrentRambo, SG1 & Y2krazy |
| Label | Quality Control Music/Motown Records |
| Release Date | December 3, 2025 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | Quality Control Music/Motown Records |
Lyrics of Get Along by Lil Baby
[Verse 1: Lucki]
Ayy, With The Wolves And The Snakes, I’m Safe
Niggas Asked For The Fame, Can’t Relate
Gettin’ High In The Lamb’ Like A Date
She My Twin, But We Can’t Get Along
Drinkin’ Dope Like We Still In The ’80S
Mud Fake, Probably Havin’ Withdrawals
Got Paper And Ho Get A—
Ayy, Ayy, Got Paper And Ho Get Along
Got Paper And Ho Get Along
Got Paper And Ho Get Along
I Make A Bad B**ch Hit Notes
Me And Twin Get The Highest, For Sure
We Pour Codeine In High Doses
I Don’t Get How A Broke Nigga Joke
These Lil’ Niggas F— (Phew)
No Way A Nigga Really Want Smoke
I Fly A B**ch In, Won’t Poke Her
I Just Want Her To See We The Most (What?)
Richest Young Niggas Ya Know (Okay)
If It’s Up With Me Don’t Post It
Need To Be Worried ’bout Bills
Not What The F**k I’m Postin’
Same Young Niggas I Post With (Mm)
Post Up, H-town, Loaded
Pretty Young B**ch, Come Hold It
Big Boy, Faces, Toted
Movin’ Around, Boat-less
Slime, I’m The Coldest
Slide It To The Bro, How I Owe Him? (Slatt)
Get Niggas Spent Like A Token [Verse 3: Lucki]
Ayy, I Be Slimy But I’m Still Focused
She Stand On What She Say
Whenever I See Her, I Got Something For Her
I Really Be Livin’, I’m Livin In Space
I’m Thinkin’ The Bentley, And Rari, And Solo
Mind Your Feelings, But You In The Way
We Could Explore, Don’t Forget Your Play
I Still Be Laughin’ ’cause Niggas Be Backwards
I Got On My Cleats And I Didn’t Even Play
Talk About The World, I’m Banned In Soho
Recommend Ten Milligrams In A Day
Twin Like Blake, Put A Nigga On A Poster
And I’m Gon’ Autograph With My Name
She Said I’m Perfect But I’m Two-faced
She Said I’m Perfect But I’m Two— [Chorus: Lucki & Veeze]
Ayy, Ayy, Got Paper And Ho Get Along
Got Paper And Ho Get Along
Got Paper And Ho Get Along
Ayy, Ayy, Got Paper And Ho Get Along (The Label In Here, I Can’t Be F**ked With)
Got Paper And Ho Get Along (Yeah, Like Nigga)
Got Paper And Ho Get Along [Verse 4: Veeze]
Yeah, I Put The Swag And All Of That Shit That They Said,
You Know That They Got It From Me (You Know That They Got It From Me)
I Let The Ho Take One Of My Chrome Hearts Sweaters, Her Body Too Little For Me
We Was Just Juggin’ With Lean, I Write Up The Script,
Man, The Bro Used To Call Me Sprite Licker (The F**k?)
I Was Just Hittin’ That B**ch And I Pass Her To Tune And I Ball Hog, Your Feelings Ain’t Deep
You Know Sent You The Ar Deeds
You Reach For A Chain, You Gon’ Lay Where I Preach
He Got Them Pints, .38, Yeah, We Need It (Ugh)
Say He Gettin’ Money, Well Where It At? I Ain’t See It
I’m In That Cell, Three-hundred And Sixty-five Days
Man, I Feel Like The Tower Of Pisa (Oh, Yeah)
I’m Never Solo, As Long As That Blick On My Side And I Squeeze It, It’s Feelin’ Like Teamwork
Pullin’ Her Weave Then I Buy Her A Bundle
Yeah, She A Thot, I Say I Had To Dub Her
I’m Sippin’ Wock, I Know That You Jealous
I’m F**kin’ First Night, Or Holdin’ A Grudge
Bet You Ain’t Ever Seen You A Good Year
Niggas With Millions Comin’ Like Us
You Ain’t Ever Seen This Patek, It’s Rosey
Brown In The Face Like Niggas In A— Nigga
[Verse 5: Lil Baby]
Yeah, Cullinan Flown Like A Boat On Land
I Don’t F**k With Niggas, We The Can’t Be Clan
Remember Payin’ Twenty-five Zen For A Xan
Sell ’em For A Dollar, Chrome Heart Joggers
I Done Left Five M Cash, We The Robbers
I Ain’t Seen A Problem That Money Can’t Solve
Beefin’ ’bout A B***h, They Done Killed My Dog
And I Gotta Tell Your Mama That It Ain’t My Fault
Runnin’ All The Buttons, We Preparin’ For A War
Brodie Comin’ Home, I’m Just Waitin’ On A Call
Yeah, He Ran Off, But He Ain’t Get Far
Started From The Bottom, Now I’m High As The Stars, Yeah
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