It’s Up

I love all my friends Thinkin' about this life I provide for them This world has some real things dividin' them My right hand, he's Muslim, I'll die for him My road manager is drunk as hell at 5 p.m. I get knocked down, they help me rise again Ref 1 leave the game, I ain't sayin' bye with him (Drake, turn this shit the fuck up) I don't care about my opps (I don't care about my opps) I don't care about my opps (I don't care about no opps) I don't care about my opps (I don't care about no opp) Yeah, take a pic (take a pic), Richard Millie No stopwatch (let's go, uh-uh) Take a pic of your lips Gobblin' on my cock (let's go, uh-uh, shit) I don't care 'bout no motherfuckin' watch, nah (care 'bout no, uh, nah) I don't care 'bout no high-end thot (nah-nah, nah) Bitch, you just a (bitch, you just a) bystander (bystander) Christian Dior pajama, Gucci up under, body number I just picked up somethin' from Mercedes It's a One-of-One Black exterior, the one that I want Red inside like that time of the month Blood money, that's how I got this Blood money, that's how I got this We can vacation wherever we want 'Cause I don't care where none of my opps is I told the promoter tonight, put me across from they section We don't play patty cake, they just be lettin' us in, we don't do the inspection I can't sleep at night with Thug at Cobb County Corrections I think he did enough reflectin', I think my brother learned his lesson It's all just a part of the game, we all gotta roll with protection And just like the motherfuckin' judge The hammers come out for objections Nigga, what's up? 143 Rolexes in my collection I put the horns on the front of the 'Bach You know Drizzy gon' roll like a Texan She textin' she love me, the Mexicans love me I'm out here just makin' connections And Junior Boy rollin' like Cinco de Mayo He may hold a fifth in possession The way that I'm used to playin' the politics Swear I could win the election You niggas is overprotective with hoes I'm already over the next one I'm at 48 with Ty and the vino, we drunk It's not even a question These niggas tryna send a message Well, leave that shit down at reception, ay I don't care about my opps (I don't care about my opps) I don't care about my opps (I don't care about no opps) I don't care about my opps (I don't care about no opp) Yeah, take a pic (take a pic), Richard Millie No stopwatch (let's go, uh-uh) Take a pic of your lips Gobblin' on my cock (let's go, uh-uh, shit) I don't care 'bout no motherfuckin' watch Nah (I don't care 'bout no, uh, nah) I don't care 'bout no high-end thot (nah, nah, nah) Bitch, you just a (bitch, you just a) bystander Christian Dior pajama, Gucci up under, body number (whoo) I just picked up somethin' from Mercedes It's a One-of-One Black exterior the one that I want Red inside like that time of the month Blood money, that's how I got this Blood money, that's how I got this We can vacation wherever we want 'Cause I don't care where none of my opps is You hang around too many niggas that's pussy You gotta be pussy If it's on sight, up your gun on me All that muggin' and lookin' Yeah, niggas doin' all that woofin', pussy 4L bomb shit, walk inside the store, that switch in my armpit I go wherever, I keep a Beretta, and niggas ain't on shit My opps together, but I don't discriminate, I got 'em both hit Them niggas be lyin', they niggas be dyin' and they don't never post shit No rap cap come out my mouth, made a couple songs, think he hot now Hit his ass up, he think he Pac now, broad daylight, he got shot down Chopper bullets make his ass hop 'round, bloodshed, ain't no way to stop now Goin' live'll get your ass popped now, seem like everybody want an opp now Leavin' him flat line, Slaughter Gang, knife in the back, I'm on that time Turn him to a hashtag, make him a "long live," niggas ain't my kind Tried and true, I'ma pop mine, I was 17 with a Glock 9 I wanna see red, stop sign, I wanna see red, Clifford She keep tryna rip off my zipper, I moved to LA, I'm a Clipper He think with his dick, he a tricker Get your bitch out the car 'fore we blick her We put an AirTag on his car, he in Miami by Brickell Say hello to the four-nickel, I got a magazine, who got an issue? Givin' out smoke, pussy My trigger finger broke Don't try me like no ho, I always let it blow I pull up, fah', score, nigga We caught him by that store How much you wanna bet they ass Won't stand right there no more? I'm Slaughter Gang OVO A half a million a show, but I still walk in with that pole Idiot Ay, I'm feelin' like 2 Chainz, T.R.U. Bitch, I'm 21, bitch, I'm not 22 Knockin' off the name brand niggas in your crew Heard you miss your dogs, now it's long live who? Idiot, yeah