Pi'erre Bou… Read Full Bio ↴On “Let It Go”, Playboi Carti talks about dealing drugs.
Pi'erre Bourne originally used the track’s instrumental on an unreleased song but later gave it to Carti, as was previewed by him in an Instagram live video in 2018. Pi'erre’s track featured a different instrumental from what was finally used on “Let It Go”; its lead synth melody only appeared on the chorus and it had more kicks. The original instrumental was also given to Carti but was later changed. This was seen during Carti and Pierre’s first studio session together, livestreamed on February 20, 2017. Carti’s original version of “Let It Go”, which features different lyrics and the aforementioned instrumental, was livestreamed by MexikoDro on the same day. On March 21, 2017, Carti previewed it in full quality on Twitter. On February 20, 2017, Dro, who provides the background vocals on this track, tweeted that he does not want to work with Carti again. When Carti previewed the song the next month, Dro tweeted at Carti to remove Dro’s vocals. This was because Carti allegedly did not pay him for his work.
LET IT GO
Playboi Carti Lyrics
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I think the Xans tryna tell me something
I came in with a cool hundred
And I got some bitches coming
And I got some bitches calling
I'm with Dro got that pack goin' for the low
Sell a P, sell a O, sell it for the low
Let it go, on your block, we gon' do a show
Let it go on your block, I might do a show
He a pussy, he a opp, he gon call the po'
All my niggas they on go, they on fucking go
Got the pole with the scope, know I keep a pole
Why these niggas, why these mans actin like some hoes
In my Ksubi Jeans, bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
That bitch all on me, Terio, Terio, Terio
Got a stripper bitch that depend on me J-Lo J-Lo J-Lo
I came in with a cool hundred
And I got some bitches coming
And I got some bitches calling
I'm with Dro got that pack goin' for the low
Sell a P sell, sell a O, sell it for the low
If she top, I'm in love, I'mma let it go
Let it go, on your block, we gon' do a show
Fuck that bitch I'll go 'til dawn
Rick Owens on top of ones
We don't do no one on ones
Put that Xanny on your tongue
Rock the show, I like to punk
She the type of bitch I love to fuck
Baby you the chosen one
And baby I don't fall in nothing
Fell asleep in LA, woke up to the sun
Fuck my PO, he know I got hella guns
And shoutout my OG, he know I keep it 1
Fuck that SGP, he know I brought the phonk
Hit him with the pump, leave him in the trunk
Would have fucked your baby momma but it stunk
Beat a nigga ass, leave him on the lawn
I came in with a cool hundred
And I got some bitches coming
And I got some bitches calling
I'm with Dro got that pack goin' for the low
Sell a P sell, sell a O, sell it for the low
If she top, I'm in love, I'mma let it go
Let it go, on your block, we gon' do a show
The lyrics of "Let it Go" by Playboi Carti revolve around living life in excess and doing whatever it takes to stay on top. The rapper is living a life of indulgence with his friend Dro, as they sell drugs at low prices and live off the profits. The repeated line "I'm with Dro, got that pack, going for the low" highlights the fact that the duo is selling drugs at cheaper prices to attract more buyers. The line "I think the Xans tryna tell me something" suggests that the rapper is addicted to Xanax and may be experiencing some negative effects from it.
The chorus of the song talks about coming into the game with some money and potential female companionship. The rapper is surrounded by girls who are both coming to see him and contacting him. Carti is letting his feelings lead in relationships; "If she top, I'm in love, I'mma let it go." The line "on your block, we gon' do a show" signifies that Carti and company are on a grind to become famous and are going to perform on the block to gain exposure.
The rest of the lyrics in the song basically list off Carti's desires and aspirations without much regard to the consequences of his actions. He doesn't appear to be concerned with anyone else's feelings or wellbeing, showing himself to be selfish and self-centered. The lyrics do not have a deep meaning, and are mostly a display of hedonism.
Line by Line Meaning
I'm with Dro, got that pack, going for the low
I'm rolling with my crew, we have drugs we're trying to sell at discounted prices.
I think the Xans tryna tell me something
I suspect that the pills I took may be trying to convey a message to me.
I came in with a cool hundred
I arrived with a budget of one hundred dollars in cash.
And I got some bitches coming
I've arranged to have some female companions join me.
And I got some bitches calling
Other women are trying to reach me via phone.
I'm with Dro got that pack goin' for the low
My buddy Dro and I have some drugs we're selling at discounted rates.
Sell a P, sell a O, sell it for the low
We have both pills and powder form drugs for sale at cheap prices.
If she top, I'm in love, I'mma let it go
If the woman I am with pleases me in bed, I may become infatuated with her and let myself fall.
Let it go, on your block, we gon' do a show
We'll put on a performance on your street and make ourselves known.
Fuck that bitch I'll go 'til dawn
I have a disregard for women and will continue to be promiscuous all night long.
Rick Owens on top of ones
I am wearing designer Rick Owens shoes paired with cash.
We don't do no one on ones
I don't engage in monogamous relationships, preferring instead to have multiple partners.
Put that Xanny on your tongue
Take this Xanax pill to calm yourself down.
Rock the show, I like to punk
I like to shock people and put on an entertaining performance.
She the type of bitch I love to fuck
I enjoy having sexual relations with this particular type of woman.
Baby you the chosen one
You are the one I have selected to spend time with tonight.
And baby I don't fall in nothing
I never let myself fall in love with anyone.
Fell asleep in LA, woke up to the sun
I dozed off in Los Angeles and woke up at sunrise.
Fuck my PO, he know I got hella guns
I don't care about my probation officer, and he knows I have multiple weapons.
And shoutout my OG, he know I keep it 1
Shoutout to my original gangster, he knows I keep things real and authentic.
Fuck that SGP, he know I brought the phonk
Disregard SGP, he knows I bring the energy and excitement.
Hit him with the pump, leave him in the trunk
I will injure or kill someone with a shotgun and store their body in the trunk of a car.
Would have fucked your baby momma but it stunk
I considered having sex with the mother of your child, but chose not to due to unpleasant odors.
Beat a nigga ass, leave him on the lawn
Physically assault someone and leave them lying on the grass outside.
Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Cameron Pitts, Jordan Terrell Carter, Jordan Timothy Jenks
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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LYRICS
[Intro]
I’m with Dro, got that pack, going for the low
I think the Xans tryna tell me something
[Hook]
I came in with a cool hundred
And I got some bitches coming
And I got some bitches calling
I'm with Dro got that pack goin' for the low
Sell a P, sell a O, sell it for the low
If she top, I’m in love, Imma let it go
Let it go, on your block, we gon' do a show
[Verse 1]
Let it go on your block, I might do a show
He a pussy, he a opp, he gon call the po'
All my niggas they on go, they on fucking go
Got the pole with the scope, know I keep a pole
Why these niggas, why these mans actin like some hoes
In my Ksubi Jeans, bankroll, bankroll, bankroll
That bitch all on me, Terio, Terio, Terio
Got a stripper bitch that depend on me J-Lo J-Lo J-Lo
[Hook]
I came in with a cool hundred
And I got some bitches coming
And I got some bitches calling
I'm with Dro got that pack goin' for the low
Sell a P sell, sell a O, sell it for the low
If she top, I’m in love, Imma let it go
Let it go, on your block, we gon' do a show
[Verse 2]
Fuck that bitch I'll go till dawn
Rick Owens on top of ones
We don’t do no one on ones
Put that xanny on your tongue
Rock the show, I like to punk
She the type of bitch I love to fuck
Baby you the chosen one
And baby I don’t fall in nothing
Fell asleep in LA, woke up to the sun
Fuck my PO, he know I got hella guns
And shoutout my OG, he know I keep in 1
Fuck that SGP, he know I brung the phonk
Hit him with the pump, leave him in the trunk
Would have fucked your baby momma, but it stunk
Beat a nigga ass, leave a nigga lumped
[Hook]
I came in with a cool hundred
And I got some bitches coming
And I got some bitches calling
I'm with Dro got that pack goin' for the low
Sell a P sell, sell a O, sell it for the low
If she top, I’m in love, Imma let it go
Let it go, on your block, we gon' do a show
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@tylerdondada6968
This is what they shoulda sung on Frozen
@akhilsavant3456
hahahaha
@mehkitho
bruh lmao
@Pradyumna
White People gonn be damn mad.
@katzanix
lmfao
@Flyingsandwiches-nr1zc
LMAO 😂😂😂
@bwser
Carti: I think the xans tryna tell me something
Xans: Drop Whole Lotta Red
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@serialexperimentspain
Ion think that shit even exist at this point lol
@vojinboskovic2807
@@serialexperimentspain It actually does! Carti's stylist said there are 19 songs and that they are going to shoot the album cover soon. High hopes up