It's Up (feat. Young Thug & 21 Savage)

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