Otha Boy - Lil Baby: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Otha Boy

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Hip-Hop/Rap

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

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[Intro]

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]

****'s low key, be depressed, while it look like I'm at my best

They know they don't want to beef with me

Owners wanna meet with me

Bad bitch, twelve hour flight to come and sleep with me

She like me 'cause I'm a real street ****

All I'm sayin' is when it pop, just keep it in the street, ****

Make a rapper take his clothes off, that boy a male stripper

Try to speak on me to throw it off, these **** still snitchin'

This lil' button on the back will show a **** how to switch up

Push up on 'em at the gym, I hope them **** doin' they push-ups

For a fact, you **** hoes, 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 streams, bro, why the fuck am I important?

You don't even know them **** you with, you gettin' extorted

You know this shit deadly for a fact, you picked your poison though

Fuck it, let's get to it, ain't no secret, shit ain't cordial no more

I ain't never wanted to speak on none of this shit

Tell the truth, these **** mad, I'm runnin' this shit

And naw, this not about that one boy

I'm talkin' 'bout that otha boy, and that otha boy, and that otha boy, and that otha boy too

Real ones know my body, I'm not talkin' to you

If you a fuck boy that feel hit, I'm talkin' to you

Turn the Virgil into a landaulet, I'm sick of the roof

You copy everything I do, lil' boy, I'm sick of you too

You actin' hard, you must've forgot that I stopped Brodie from shootin'

Nobody know you till you came around, you really my junior, boy

Son-ass ****

Written by: Bryan Simmons, Dominique' Jones, Tapaquon Sidney Malabre

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