Lil Baby lets the clip fly on Otha Boy, the sharp-edged standout from his surprise compilation THE LEAK$, which hit in 2025, through Quality Control, and it cuts through the noise like a back-alley warning, all brooding trap menace and that unflinching stare-down you feel even through headphones.
Baby’s been stacking bodies in the booth for years, but this one feels personal, like he’s airing out the room after too many whispers turned to shots. Dropped as track three on the project, it’s pure Atlanta grit: TM88 on the boards with those signature 808s that rumble low and relentless, hi-hats slicing like switchblades, and Baby’s flow switching from measured menace to rapid-fire jabs. Thematically, it’s a layered flex—calling out the fakes, the juniors biting his style, the snitches hiding behind bold talk.
Lines about depressed rivals, owners pulling up for meetings, and that Virgil-turned-Landaulet bag flip hit on success’s paranoia, the weight of running point in a game where everyone’s watching. He never names names outright, but the “other boy” refrain? That’s code for the streets, a nod to ongoing beefs without feeding the headlines, all while reminding folks he’s the blueprint, not the copy.
THE LEAK$ isn’t your standard drop; it’s Baby reclaiming the vault, polishing up a dozen or so tracks that leaked over the years into a cohesive 17-song run clocking around 45 minutes. The concept’s clever—turn the chaos of bootlegs into a middle finger to the industry, with heavy hitters like Young Thug on the opener Leak, Playboi Carti twisting up Whole Lotta Choppas midway, and LUCKI adding haze to a late cut. It opens explosive, dips into reflective pockets, and closes on triumphant waves, blending his melodic hooks with harder drill edges.
Baby’s untouchable right now, fresh off that It’s Only Me victory lap and those star-packed festival slots where he owned the stage like family. At 30, he’s evolved from the hungry kid on Harder Than Ever to the voice defining trap’s next wave—more calculated, less reckless, but still that street pulse keeping it real. This album’s his way of saying leaks or not, he controls the narrative, turning setbacks into setups.
X still simmers from the rollout, with Otha Boy clips layered over gym montages and fans decoding the bars like puzzle pieces, tags like #TheLeaks keeping the debate alive weeks later. If the features set the table, this is the main course that leaves you full.
Dive into the Otha Boy lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other THE LEAK$ tracks for more of Lil Baby’s street-sharp edge.
Lyrics of Otha Boy by Lil Baby
[Intro]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh
[Verse]
Niggas Lowkey Be Depressed While It Look Like I’m At My Best
They Know They Don’t Wanna Beef With Me, Owners Wanna Meet With Me
Bad B**ch, Twelve-hour Flight To Come And Sleep With Me
She Like Me ’cause I’m A Real Street Nigga
All I’m Sayin’ Is When It Pop, Just Keep It In The Street, Nigga
Make A Rapper Take His Clothes Off, That Boy A Male Stripper
Try To Speak On Me To Throw It Off, These Niggas Still Snitchin’
This Lil’ Button On The Back Will Show A Nigga How To Switch Up
Push Up On ’em At The Gym, I Hope ’em Niggas Doin’ They Push-ups
For A Fact, You Niggas Ho*s, The City Knows This Ain’t No Diss Song
They Know Baby Won’t Respond, Just Say His Name So We Can Get Goin’
Can’t Believe That Boy Went Bold On Me Or Told, Oh, You Pulled Big Stunts
They On Go And They Recordin’
Speak On Me For Screamin’, Bro, But Why The F**k Am I Important?
You Don’t Even Know Them Niggas You With, You Gettin’ Extorted
You Know This Shit Deadly For A Fact, You Picked Your Poison, Oh
F**k It, Let’s Get To It, Ain’t No Secret Shit, I Ain’t Cordial No More
I Ain’t Never Wanted To Speak On None Of This Shit
Tell The Truth, These Niggas Mad, I’m Runnin’ This Shit
And All Of This Is Not About That One Boy
I’m Talkin’ ’bout That Other Boy And That Other Boy
And That Other Boy And That Other Boy Too
Real Ones Know My Body, I’m Not Talkin’ To You
If You A F**kboy And Feel Hit, I’m Talkin’ To You
Turn The Virgil Into A Landaulet, I Am Sick Of The Roof
You Copy Everything I Do, Lil’ Boy, I Am Sick Of You Too
You Actin’ Hard, You Must’ve Forget That I Stopped Brodem From Shootin’ You
Nobody Knew You ’til You Came Around, You Really My Junior Boy
[Outro]
Son-ass Niggas, Hehe
