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'm sayin' bye with him
Drake turn this **** the **** up
Young Thug：
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 ****
I don't care 'bout no ************* watch nah
I don't care 'bout no uh nah
I don't care 'bout no high-end thot
Nah nah nah
***** you just a
***** you just a
Bystander
Christian Dior pajama Gucci up under body number
Drake：
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 ************* judge the hammers come out for objections
Nigga what's up
A hundred and forty-three 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 h*es 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 **** down at reception ayy
Young Thug：
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 ****
I don't care 'bout no ************* watch nah
I don't care 'bout no uh nah
I don't care 'bout no high-end thot
Nah nah nah
***** you just a
***** you just a
Bystander
Christian Dior pajama Gucci up under body number
Woo
Drake：
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
21 Savage：
You hang around too many niggas that's p***y you gotta be p***y
If it's on sight up your gun on me all that muggin' and lookin'
Yeah niggas doin' all that woofin' p***y
4L bomb **** walk inside the store that switch in my armpit
I go wherever I keep a Beretta and niggas ain't on ****
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 ****
No rap cap come out my mouth made a couple songs think he hot now
Hit his a*s up he think he Pac now broad daylight he got shot down
Chopper bullets make his a*s hop 'round bloodshed ain't no way to stop now
Goin' live'll get your a*s popped now seem like everybody want an opp now
Leavin' him flatline 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 seventeen 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 d**k he a tricker get your ***** 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 p***y 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 a*s 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
Drake：
Ayy I'm feelin' like 2 Chainz T.R.U.
***** I'm 21 ***** I'm not 22
Knockin' off the namebrand niggas in your crew
Heard you miss your dogs now it's long live who
Idiot
Yeah