Lil Baby’s flipping the script on his own leaks with THE LEAKS, the Atlanta king’s surprise mixtape birthday bash that hit today via Quality Control, and “Let’s Do It” ft. Playboi Carti and Skooly snaps like a lost ’18 banger unearthed from the trenches—pure, unfiltered flex on popping bottles and popping off.
This cut’s a time capsule blast: Carti’s baby-voice hooks sampling Rich Kidz’s “Wassup” for that nostalgic pool-party chaos, layered over Clif Shayne’s thumping trap canvas—booming 808s, skittering hi-hats, and ad-libs that echo like a cypher in a mansion lobby. It’s classic Southern hip-hop swagger, blending Carti’s vampy minimalism with Skooly’s melodic grit and Baby’s street-poet punchlines on dope-boy ascents (“Mama couldn’t afford cable, now the big house with no neighbors”).
Thematically, it’s all about that reckless glow-up: ratchet-to-classy hoes, Brabus spends, and stolen Corvettes with no mileage, chasing highs from molly-dipped vibes to leaving a billi’ for the sons. No overthinking here—just raw energy, like the three of ’em linking in a late-night session, turning pain pushes into atomic anthems that scream “we made it, let’s wild out.”
THE LEAKS itself? It’s Baby’s cheeky reclamation project, a 15-track (give or take) vault raid of snippets that haunted SoundCloud for years, now polished and stacked with A-list heat: Carti and Skooly anchoring this opener, Young Thug on a murky confessional, Lil Yachty and LUCKI trading bars on “Get Along,” plus Veeze and G Herbo popping in for that extended family feel. No grand concept, just straight ATL alchemy—clocking around 40 minutes of turnt-up therapy, from house-party dubs to mob-boss blueprints. Dropped without the usual rollout fanfare, it’s already buzzing on his Insta, where he captioned it “the leaks you been beggin’ for, now official—happy bday to me.”
Baby’s untouchable entering 31, off It’s Only Me’s platinum shadow and those sold-out arena runs that had TikTok eating his flows for breakfast. This feels like his victory lap remix: the kid who skipped high school for the trap is now the blueprint, evolving from raw hustler tales to legacy-building with a wink, proving leaks or not, he’s always three steps ahead.
Dive into the Let’s Do It lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other THE LEAKs tracks for more of Lil Baby’s turnt-up ATL anthems.
| Lead Vocals | Lil Baby, Playboi Carti & Skooly |
| Songwriter | Playboi Carti, Lil Baby, Skooly, Clif Shayne, DJ Moon & KP Beatz |
| Music Producer | Clif Shayne, DJ Moon & KP Beatz |
| Label | Quality Control Music/Motown Records |
| Release Date | December 3, 2025 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | Quality Control Music/Motown Records |
Lyrics of Let’s Do It by Lil Baby
[Intro: Playboi Carti]
Pop Out, Pop Out, Pop Out Just Like A Rich Kid
Drugs All In My Cup, Got A Nigga So Dizzy, Uh
Pop Out, Pop Out, Pop Out Just Like A Rich Kid, Woah
Pop Out, Pop Out, Pop Out Just Like A Rich Kid, Uh
So Many Hoes, They Ratchet, All Of My Hoes, They Ratchet (Bow)
So Many Hoes, They Ratchet, All Of My Hoes, They Classy
I Done Found Me A Vibe, Money On The Floor, Nigga, I Ain’t Leave The Mansion
I’m In This Ho Go Crazy, I’ma Dive In The Mattress (Yeah) [Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Spendin’ Shit On A Brabus, Look At My Ho, She The Baddest, Uh
Spendin’ Shit On A Brabus, Look At My Ho, She The Baddest, Uh
Black Boy, White Boy, Swag, But I’m Tatted Like I’m Spanish
We Go Svj, It’s A Pool Party, Text Me When You Landin’, Uh [Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Pop Out Just Like The Rich Kidz, Play With Them Numbers Like Lotto
Sittin’ In A Corvette, Two Rides, Molly On The Ho, Uh, Uh, Uh
I Put Some Molly On A Ho, I Put Some Swagger On That Ho
Juelz Santana On My Phone
Red Bandana, I’m Old
Old Ass Hunnids Got More
Maison Margiela, My Redbone
Srt For The Young Boys
Spend A Whole Mill’ In The Borough
Put It In The Pot For Tomorrow
Yeah, We Goin’ Shoppin’ Tomorrow
I’m Puttin’ My Bitch In Armani
Pop It Off, Shake Up The Lobby (Ah)
Everything We Do Is Atomic
Pink Polo, Color Timing (Woah)
Swag Dead, You’re So Ironic
Rock It Out, Tame Impala
Honey Hills, Fort Lauderdale College
South Atlanta, Came With My Posse
G6, It’s Not No Roxy’s
Bad Bitch, I Built The Body
Geeked Up, They Talk About Me
Spin Through A Lil’ Molly
Stolen Car With No Mileage
I’m Murder Gang, They Don’t Know About It
Geeked Up Like A Co-pilot
I Ain’t Gotta Say Nothing, Baby
Money Gon’ Talk For Me, I Can Stay Quiet, Yeah [Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Spendin’ Shit On A Brabus, Look At My Ho, She The Baddest, Yeah
Spendin’ Shit On A Brabus, Look At My Ho, She The Baddest, Yeah
Black Boy, White Boy, Swag, But I’m Tatted Like I’m Spanish
We Go Svj, It’s A Pool Party, Text Me When You Landin’, Uh
Pop Out Just Like The Rich Kidz, Play With Them Numbers Like Lotto, Uh
Pop Out Just Like The Rich Kidz, Play With Them Numbers Like Lotto, Uh
Pop Out Just Like The Rich Kidz, Play With Them Numbers Like Lotto, Uh
Pop Out Just Like The Rich Kidz, Play With Them Numbers Like Lotto [Post-chorus: Skooly]
Pop Out Just Like The Rich Kidz, Hold Up, Let’s Do It
Pop Out Just Like The Rich Kidz, Hold Up, Let’s Do It (Let’s Do It)
Pop Out Just Like The Rich Kidz, Hold Up, Let’s Do It
Pop Out Just Like The Rich Kidz, Hold Up, Let’s Do (Auh, Auh, Auh) [Verse 2: Skooly]
Um, Back Again, I’m Back Again
On My Bag Again Like I’m Back Again (He’s Back)
What My Passion Is Wasn’t No Accident (Listen)
Gave Them Of All My Swag, Look How Fast It Did
Showed Them I Can Sing, Then Went Back And Did It (Yeah)
I’m Just Pushin’ Pain Like I Ain’t Got No Feelings (Pow)
She Gon’ Throw This Shit Out Like Vomit In Every City (Ah)
Keep On, Won’t Stop Me, Still On God, I’m Driving (Wow)
Back In The Building, Uh
I’m High As A Ceiling, Uh
How’s It Feelin’, Uh
Cartier On My Body, Call Up The Women
Westside Atlanta Night, I’m ’bout To [?] [Refrain: Skooly]
Pop Out Just Like The Rich Kid, Hold Up, Let’s Do It
Pop Out Just Like The Rich Kid, Hold Up, Let’s Do It
Pop Out Just Like Rich Kid, Hold Up, Let’s Do
Pop Out Just Like Rich Kid, Hold Up, Let’s Do
Pop Out Just Like Rich Kid, Hold Up, Let’s Do [Verse 3: Lil Baby]
Name Ringing, Gang Banging
Gun Slinging, Chain Takers
Dope Boy Lifestyle, Chrome Heart With No Label
Mama Couldn’t Afford Cable, Now The Big House With No Neighbors
Real P, I Had To Put It Down, I’m Your Bitch Favorite Now
Bitches Like I’m Flavor Flav, Takin’ This Shit Day By Day
Geek Like Faebo, Sellin’ Bricks Like J-bo Now
Young And Got Rich Off Of Hits, Real Atlanta 90, Baby Shit
I Ain’t Go To High School, I Was In The School High
I Been On Some Young Turn Shit, Way Before Skooly Drop This
House Party, We Was Throwin’ Dubs, Stolen Cars To The Teen Clubs
Tongue Got To Lift A Finger Up
Bro, These Niggas Get Shit Done
We Was All Night On Them Commas
Black Nike Boots, White Ones
Put The Patek On If I Can Run
Mob Business, Living Like A Don
Broke, I Knock, I’m Takin’ Cash, Son
Send Another Hundred To My Mom
Go Take A Trip, Have Fun
Metro Bloomin’ In The Blunt
Ain’t Knockin’ Hustle In For Nothin’
Tryna Leave A Billi’ To My Sons
[Refrain: Skooly]
Pop Out Just Like Rich Kid, Hold Up, Let’s Do It
Pop Out Just Like Rich Kid, Hold Up, Let’s Do
Pop Out Just Like Rich Kid, Hold Up, Let’s Do
Pop Out Just Like Rich Kid, Hold Up, Let’s Do
