Lil Baby, Rylo Rodriguez, and BINO Rideaux link up for a street-laced heartbreak anthem on “St. Tropez,” a leaked gem from the underground compilation THE LEAKS that contrasts luxury fantasies with gritty real-talk. It’s that push-pull of wanting escape while haunted by the hood’s pull, delivered over a moody trap beat that hits like late-night regrets.
Lil Baby kicks it off dreaming of Saint-Tropez yachts and Monaco pit stops, but he’s wrestling unspoken pain and loyalty tests—kissing in jacuzzis while dodging back-burner drama. Rylo flips to raw loss, mourning fallen homies, jail calls promising Paris trips, and family curses like lean addiction that hit too close. BINO closes with betrayal scars, protecting his kids by shipping them to Canada, and that endless grind to rise above snakes disguised as kin.
THE LEAKS circulates as a fan-fueled drop of unreleased heat from Atlanta’s trap elite, spotlighting these three at peak form—Lil Baby post-global domination, Rylo’s introspective edge, and BINO’s West Coast polish. No official date or label ties it down yet, but snippets have been bubbling on socials, teasing more cuts from their vaults. Fans are piecing together the tracklist from leaks, hungry for that unfiltered vibe straight from the trenches.
This trio’s chemistry shines in how they weave opulence with loss—Saint-Tropez highs crashing into funeral lows—mirroring their career arcs from block survival to jet-set life. It’s vulnerable trap at its finest, proving these voices stay authentic no matter the shine.
Craving that luxe pain? Dive into the St. Tropez lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other THE LEAKS tracks for more of Lil Baby’s elite trap confessions.
| Lead Vocals | Lil Baby, Rylo Rodriguez & BINO |
| Songwriter | Lil Baby, Rylo Rodriguez, Bino Rideaux, Al Geno, DeepHartt & HKBlazee |
| Music Producer | Al Geno, DeepHartt & HKBlazee |
| Composer | Lil Baby, Rylo Rodriguez, Bino Rideaux, Al Geno, DeepHartt & HKBlazee |
| Label | Quality Control Music/Motown Records |
| Release Date | December 3, 2025 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | Quality Control Music/Motown Records |
Lyrics of St. Tropez by Lil Baby
[Intro]
(Al Geno On The Track)
A Lot Of Shit I Wanna Say But I Can’t Say It
[What If?] Me And You Could Take A Plane To Saint-tropez
Kissing On Your Neck In A Jacuzzi Watching Fireworks
I Done Put Some Shit On The Back Burner Tryna Make Us Work
This Shit Gotta Work
Told You [It’d Be Long?], You Ain’t Really Know So You Ain’t Wanna Go
[?] Twenty-four, We Had It Rockin’ When We Was On The Boat
Dinner On The Yacht, We Took A Pit Stop In Monaco
You One Of A Kind, I Buy You Fine Shit You Don’t Even Post
You Chasin’ Your Dough, That Shit Look Dope, But Better With A Goat
They Doin’ The Most, I’m On Some More, She Hardly Ever Boast
Meetin’ With Lebron, I’m Talking Numbers, My Money In [?]
I Know Bro Ain’t Told Them Niggas Nothin’, That Shit Is A No Go
Sorry I Can’t Play At All
She Told Me To Say My Favorite Sentence, I Said Take Them All
I Could Turn Your Life Up Overnight, Want Me To Make The Call?
Slime Say He Been Calling His Bm But She Ain’t Take The Call
I Know That F**ked Him Up
Let Me Find Out You Been Runnin’ From Me, I’ma Run You Down
You Know I Get Nasty When I Kiss And Try To Turn You On
I Give You Another Piece, No Sleep, Don’t Try To Turn Me Down
She Like, “Bae, I Miss You, Come And [Slurp?] Me Out”
See Them Niggas Dyin’, Hoping They’ll Hit Home Soon
Bro Inside The County, Head To Prison To Get A Phone To ’em
They Set Them On Fire, I Think About ’em, Now I’m Around For ’em
So We Mad At You ’cause Why You Had Them Niggas Hangin’ Around You?
Kissin’ On You, Turn To Missin’ On You, Know I Embarrass You
On The Jail Phone Tellin’ You, “When I Come Home We Goin’ To Paris, Boo”
We F**kin’ When We Wake Up
Taxi Need To Stop It, We Even F**kin’ When We Break Up
[Thought The Day?] Was Holdin’ Down, I Lost Some People On The Way Up
And I Be Kickin’ It By Myself ’cause That Shit Brought Me Back Mentally
’cause I Was Hangin’ Around A F**k, Nigga, That Shit Brought Me Back Energy
Who Would’ve Knew Them B**ches We Took On Tour With Be Our Last Images
I Just Put None On My Nigga, Don’t Tell The Truth Front Your Honor
That’s Lean In My Water I Almost Fainted In Front Of My Mama (Yeah)
My Auntie Die From That Beef, I Gotta Fix My Health
I Get That Shit Run In The Family, I Got To Stick To Myself
I See Her Ditchin’ On The Ground You Should’ve Ditched Yourself
I Didn’t Put That Pistol In Your Hand You Know You Killed Yourself
[Verse 3: Bino Rideaux]
Before You Try Come Say The Hood You Gotta Try Fix Yourself
How You Got Game For Everybody Can’t Get Rich Yourself
I’m Tryna Keep Cool With My Lil’ Brother On That Shit Bag
Remember You Would Went Against The Grain And I Couldn’t Get Mad
Remember You Would Went Against The Grain And I Could Skip Past It
That’s Why My Kids Never Know What I Did With They Rich Asses
I Can’t Trust You ’cause I Did You Wrong, You Want Your Get Back
Remember I Told You I Need You For Closure, You Ain’t Hit Back
So I Ran It Up, Ain’t Go To Your Service, I’m On Memories Of You Standin’ Up
I Told You All My Realest Shit, Felt Like I Wasn’t Standin’ Up
My Scars Ain’t Finna Heal They Self, That’s Why I Be Banded Up
Lil’ Bro Got Degrees And Shit, Can’t Be Out Here Playin’ With Us
I Wanna See You Win More Than Yourself And That’s What’s Tearin’ Me Up
Before I Let ’em Bang The Hood, I Move My Son To Canada
I’m Wearing [?] Like Angela, I’m Traveling With My Manager
I Want See His Daughter Eat, I Feel Like It’s All On Me
Find Out Them Niggas Ain’t Really Up Niggas, You Could Call On Me
And Sometimes It Be Family, Them Trenches Made A Man Of Me
You Knew That Nigga Wasn’t Gon’ Take You Serious, So You Ran To Me
Spinnin’ ’bout Some Real Shit, But Sometimes It Be Randomly
You Ain’t Here To Keep That Shit, Well Honey, Why You Playin’ With Me?
I Woke Up One Day And I Felt Like Everything I Planned To Be
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