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Lil Baby, Lil Yachty, LUCKI & Veeze

Get Along

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Get Along was released on December 3, 2025 by Quality Control Music/Motown Records as a part of the album The Leaks

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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Lil Baby

Rap

Lil Yachty

Rap

LUCKI

Rap

Veeze

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Dominique' Jones

Dominique' Jones

Songwriter

Miles Parks McCollum

Miles Parks McCollum

Songwriter

LC Camel Jr.

Songwriter

Karon Vantrees

Songwriter

Abdul Thompson

Songwriter

Sebastián González

Sebastián González

Songwriter

John Weise

Songwriter

Jalen Weise

Songwriter

Zeus Negrete

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Brentrambo

Producer

SG1

Producer

Y2Krazy

Producer

Thomas “Tillie” Mann

Mixing Engineer

Stephen "Dot Com" Farrow

Stephen "Dot Com" Farrow

Assistant Mixing Engineer, Mixing Engineer

Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry

Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry

Mixing Engineer, Assistant Mixing Engineer

Anthony Tran

Assistant Mixing Engineer, Mixing Engineer

Colin Leonard

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]

Aye, with the wolves and the snakes, I'm safe

**** asked for the fame, can't relate

Gettin' high in the Lam' 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, that ho get a—

[Chorus]

Aye, aye

Got paper, that ho get along

Got paper, that ho get along

Got paper, that ho get along

[Verse 1]

I'll make a bad bitch hit notes

Me and twin get the highest for sure

We pour codeine in high doses

I don't get how a broke **** joke

These lil' **** ****

No way a **** really want smoke

I'll fly a bitch in, won't poke her

I just want her to see me the most (What?)

Richest young **** you know (Okay)

If it's up with me, don't post it

Need to be worried 'bout bills

Worried 'bout the fuck I'm postin'

Same young **** I post with

Post up, H-Town, loaded

Pretty young bitches come hold it

Big-boy faces, tote it

Movin' around focused

Slime, I'm the coldest

Slide it to bro, I owe him (Slatt)

Get **** spent like a token

[Verse 2]

Hey, I be slimy, but I'm still focused

She standin' on what she say

Whenever I see her, I got somethin' for her

I really be livin', I'm livin' in space

I'm thinkin' the Bentley and 'Rari and solar

Come out your feelings, but you in the way

You get spoiled if you get your play

I still be laughin' 'cause **** be backwards

I got on my cleats and I didn't even play

If I could buy the world, I'm barely sober

Recommend ten milligrams in a day

Twin like Blake, put a **** on a poster

And I'm gon' autograph with my name

She say I'm perfect, but I'm two-faced

She say I'm perfect, but I'm two—

[Chorus]

Aye, aye

Got paper, that ho get along

Got paper, that ho get along

Got paper, that ho get along

Aye, aye (Biggest label in hip-hop, Can't Be Fucked With)

Got paper, that ho get along (Yeah)

Got paper, that ho get along

Got paper, that ho get along (Yeah)

[Verse 3]

I put the swag in all of that shit that they said, you know that they got it from me

I let this ho take one of my Chrome Hearts sweaters, I bought it too little for me

We was just juggin' for lean, how I write up the script, man, the bros used to call me Spike Lee

I was just hittin' that bitch, then I passed her to Tune, ain't a ballhog, you feel? It ain't deep

You know I'm sick as the A-I-Ds

Reach for a chain, you gon' lay where I preach (Bah, bah)

He got some pints, thirty-eight, yeah, we meetin'

Say he gettin' money, where it at? I ain't see it

I'm in the cell three hundred and sixty-five days, man, I feel like the Tower of Pisa (All year, all week)

I'm never solo as long as that blick on my side, when I squeeze it, it's feelin' like teamwork

Pullin' her weave, then buy her a bundle

If she a dime, I send her to doubles

I'm sippin' Wock', I know that you jealous

I'm fuckin' first night or holdin' a grudge

Bet you ain't ever just seen you a group of young **** with millions that's comin' like us

You ain't ever seen this Patek, it's rose with brown on the face like Nestle Crunch (Lil'-ass ****)

[Verse 4]

Cullinan floatin' like a boat on land

I don't fuck with ****, we the Can't Be clan

'Member payin' twenty-five cent for a Xan'

Sell 'em for a dollar, Chrome Heart joggers

I done left five M cash with the robbers

I ain't seen a problem that the money can't solve

Beefin' 'bout a bitch, had to kill my dog

And I had to tell his mama that it ain't my fault

Buyin' all the buttons, we preparin' for a war

Brodie comin' home, I'm just waitin' on the call

Yeah, he ran off, but he ain't get far

Started from the bottom, now I'm high as the stars

Yeah

Written by: Abdul Thompson, Dominique' Jones, Jalen Weise, John Weise, Karon Vantrees, LC Camel Jr., Miles Parks McCollum, Sebastián González, Zeus Negrete

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