Let It Go lyrics

[Intro: Playboi Carti & MexikoDro]
(We lit, bruh)
Yeah (Hello?)
I'm with Dro, got that pack goin' for the low (Woah, hello?)
(I wake up to bad b*tches, know what I'm sayin'? 2900 sh*t)
What? What? Uh (Cash, cash), huh? (Cash, cash)
(Blood Gang)
I think the Xans' tryna tell me something (Cash, what?)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Playboi Carti & MexikoDro]
I came in with a cool hundred (Huh? Came in with a cool hundred)
(Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
And I got some b*tches comin' (Yeah, and I got some b*tches comin')
(Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
And I got some b*tches callin' (What?)
(Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
Uh, yeah (Yeah)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & MexikoDro]
I'm with Dro, got that pack goin' for the low (Woah, for the low, blatt)
Sell a P, sell a O, sell it for the low (For the low, go)
If she top, I'm in love, I'ma let it go (I'm in love, blatt)
Let it go on your block, we gon' do a show (Let it go)

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti & MexikoDro]
Let it go on your block, I'ma do a show (Blatt, blatt, yeah)
He a pus*y, he a opp, he gon' call the po' (Yeah)
All my n*ggas, they on go, they on f*ckin' go (What?)
Got the pole with the scope, know I keep a pole (Wow)
Why these n*ggas, why these mans actin' like some hoes? (Yeah)
In my Ksubi jeans (f*ck these n*ggas)
Uh, bankroll, bankroll, bankroll (f*ck these n*ggas, yeah)
That b*tch all on me (What? Go)
TerRio, TerRio, TerRio (What?)
Got a stripper b*tch that bend on me (Cash, cash)
J. Lo, J. Lo, J. Lo
(Came in, what? What?)
(I think the Xans tryna tell me something)
[Pre-Chorus]
I came in with a cool hundred (I came in with a cool hundred)
And I got some b*tches comin' (And I got some b*tches callin')
And I got some b*tches callin' (And I got some b*tches callin', Huh? Ooh, what? What?)
Yeah (Yeah)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & MexikoDro]
I'm with Dro, got that pack goin' for the low (For the low, blatt)
Sell a P, sell a O, sell it for the low (Yeah, blatt)
If she top, I'm in love, I'ma let it go (Blatt, blatt)
Let it go on your block, we gon' do a show (Do a show, uh, ooh)

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti & MexikoDro]
f*ck that b*tch, I go too dumb (Blatt)
Rick Owens on top of ones
We don't do no one-on-ones (Blatt)
Put that Xanny on your tongue
Rock the show out like a punk
She the type of b*tch that love to f*ck (Blatt)
Baby, you the chosen one
And, baby, I don't f*ck with none
Fell asleep in LA, woke up to the sun, ooh
f*ck my PO, he know I got hella guns (Yeah)
Ooh, and shoutout my OG, he know he keep in one, uh
f*ck that SGP, he know I brung the phonk (Cash, Cash, what?)
Hit him with the pump, leave him in the trunk (Cash)
Uh, would have f*cked your baby mama but it stunk (Yeah)
Uh, beat a n*gga ass, leave a n*gga lumped (Woah, what? What? What?)
[Pre-Chorus: Playboi Carti & MexikoDro]
I came in with a cool hundred (Blatt, what? What?)
And I got some b*tches comin' (Blatt, what? What?)
And I got some b*tches callin' (Blatt, ooh, beep, beep, what? What?)
Uh, yeah (Yeah)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & MexikoDro]
I'm with Dro, got that pack goin' for the low (I'm with Dro, blatt)
Sell a P, sell a O, sell it for the low (For the low, blatt)
If she top, I'm in love, I'ma let it go (I'm in love, blatt)
Let it go on your block, we gon' do a show (Woah)
Ooh (Beep)