A Triple Threat: “Lets Do It” Lil Baby, Playboi Carti, and Skooly Ignite the Club.
The highly anticipated official collaboration, “Lets Do It,” was unleashed on December 2025, as a centerpiece of Lil Baby’s fan-focused project, The Leaks.
The track unites Lil Baby with Playboi Carti and Skooly for a high-energy ATL trap statement.
Produced by DJ Moon, Clif Shayne, and KP Beatz, the song is built upon bouncy drums and a production style that provides ample space for each artist’s unique vocal texture: Lil Baby’s characteristic straightforward intensity, Carti’s signature off-key slurred pockets, and Skooly’s melodic flair.
While versions of the track had circulated earlier in 2025, the final, officially mixed and mastered version delivers a definitive club-ready experience.
The central refrain, “let’s do it,” functions as a dynamic go-signal for flexing wealth, making strategic moves, and turning up the atmosphere.
Released simultaneously with the audio, the official music video—noted for its heavily edited, high-energy style—visually amplifies the track’s frenetic mood.
“Let’s Do It” quickly asserted itself as a crucial turn-up record, successfully showcasing the potent synergy between three of Atlanta’s most distinct voices in contemporary trap.
Quotable Lyrics:
Yeah, spend that sh*t on a Brabus, look at my h*e, she the baddest, uh (Pop out)
Yeah, spend that sh*t on a Brabus, look at my h*e, she the baddest (Woah)
Yeah, black boy, white boy swag, but I’m tatted like I’m Spanish
We go SVJ, it’s a pool party, text me when you landin’
Uh, pop out just like the Rich Kidz, play with them numbers like Latto
Sittin’ in the Corvette with two vibes, molly on the h*e
Uh, uh, uh, I put some molly on ’em h*es
Red bandana, I’m old, old-ass hundreds, copped more
Maison Margiela my redbone, SRT for the young boys
Yeah, we goin’ shoppin’ tomorrow, I’m puttin’ my b*tch in Armani
Pop it off, shake up the lobby (Ah), everything we do is atomic (Say twin)
Rock it out, Tame Impala, hundred M’s, f**k goin’ to college
South Atlanta, came with my posse, G6, it’s not no Roxy
Big b*tch, I built the body, geeked up, they talk about me
Omertà Gang, they don’t know about it, geeked up like a co-pilot
I ain’t gotta say nothin’, baby, money gon’ talk for me, I can stay quiet
Yeah, spend that sh*t on a Brabus, look at my h*e, she the baddest
Yeah, black boy, white boy swag, but I’m tatted like I’m Spanish
We go SVJ, it’s a pool party, text me when you landin’
Pop out just like the Rich Kidz, hold up, let’s do it (Pop out just like the Rich Kidz)
Pop out just like the Rich Kidz, hold up, let’s do it (No, seriously)
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 (Let’s do it)
