Let’s Do It (Version 1)

Lyrics

Lyrics from Snippets [Playboi Carti] (Oh, what's up? Oh, what's up?) Yeah, I pop out, pop out, pop out, just like— (Oh, what's up? Oh, what's up? Oh, what's up?) All of my hoes are classy, all of my hoes are ratchet, ayy All of my hoes are classy, all— (Oh, what's up?) Forty-five thousand I spent in New York, uh, ay I'm goin' back to Atlanta, I'm on this wave, ay Ayy, I'ma test 'em like a peasant (Schyeah) All black, I'm the president Hoes text, they all classy Sex, money, I'm a savage Being broke, I can't imagine Just in case you forgot, hey, I just bought a new droptop And a bitch so hot, yeah, her pussy a hotbox Ain't worried 'bout the cops, it's a chauffeur for every drop, yeah Shoutout to the mob, schyeah Shoutout to Young Scoot', huh (Ayy) (Oh, what's up?) My swag is so Wockstar, Wockstar, Wockstar, since highschool, hey (Ayy) (Oh, what's up?) I ain't ever did a push-up when I'm a foolie with that tool (Ayy) (Oh, what's up?) Ball, ball, ball, life so swag, you know how it move, ayy (Schyeah) (Oh, what's up?) Schyeah, schyeah, Swamp Izzo (Uh, ayy) [Chorus: Playboi Carti & Skooly] Pop out just like the Rich Kidz, hold up, let's do it (Swamp Izzo) 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 Pop out just like the Rich Kidz, hold up, let's do it (Swamp Izzo) Pop out just like the rich kids, hol' up, let's do it (Pop out just like the Rich Kidz) Pop out just like the rich kids, hol' up, let's do it Pop out just like the rich kids, hol' up, let's do it Pop out just like the rich kids, hol' up, let's do it [Lil Baby] [...] Chrome Heart with no legroom Momma couldn't afford Cayman Islands Big house with no neighbors Script key, I had to put it down Your bitch favorin' right now Treat you like I'm Flavor Flav Takin' this shit day by day I'm geeked like Fabo, sellin' bricks like Jaaybo and 'em Young and got rich off of hits In Atlanta, I'm runnin' baby shit I ain't go to highschool, I was in the school high I been on some young turnt shit Way before Skooly dropped this Houseparty, we was throwin' dubs Stolen cars to the team club [...] [?] got a middle finger up Brodie and 'em get shit done We was all nights on them corners Black Nike boots, white 1's Put a Patek on, I'm 'bout to run Mob business, livin' like a don Bro got knocked, I'm takin' care of somethin' Send another hundred to my mom Go and take a trip, have fun Metro Bloomin in the blunt Ain't out here hustlin' for nothin' Tryna leave a billi' to my sons [Chorus: Skooly] Pop out just like the rich kids, hol' up, let's do it (Pop out just like the Rich Kidz) Pop out just like the rich kids, hol' up, let's do it Pop out just like the rich kids, hol' up, let's do it Pop out just like the rich kids, hol' up, let's do it