It’s Up

作词 : A. Graham

作曲 : A. Graham

I love all my friends

Thinkin' about this life I provide for them

This world has some real things dividin' 'em

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 won't leave the game, I'm sayin' "Bye" with him

Drake, turn this shit the **** up

I don't care 'bout my opps (I don't care 'bout my opps)

I don't care 'bout my opps (I don't care 'bout no opps)

I don't care 'bout my opps (I don't care 'bout no opp)

Yeah, take a pic (Take a pic), Richard Millie, no stop watch (Uh-uh)

Take a pic, with your lips, gobblin' on my c**k (Let's go, uh-uh, shit)

I don't care 'bout no mother****in' watch (I don't care 'bout no watch, nah)

I don't care 'bout no high end thot (Nah, nah)

B***h, you just a (B***h, you just a), bystander

Christian Dior pajama, Gucci under, got his 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

B***d money, that's how I got this, b***d 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 mother****in' 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've had a fifth of possession

The way that I'm used to playin' the politics, swear I could win the election

You niggas is overprotective of hoes, I'm already over the next one

I'm at 48 with Ty and Vino, we drunk, it's not even a question

These niggas tryna send a message, well, leave that shit down in the reception, ayy

I don't care 'bout my opps (I don't care 'bout my opps)

I don't care 'bout my opps (I don't care 'bout no opps)

I don't care 'bout my opps (I don't care 'bout no opp)

Yeah, take a pic (Take a pic), Richard Millie, no stop watch (Uh-uh)

Take a pic, with your lips, gobblin' on my c**k (Let's go, uh-uh, shit)

I don't care 'bout no mother****in' watch (I don't care 'bout no watch, nah)

I don't care 'bout no high end thot (Nah, nah)

B***h, you just a (B***h, you just a), bystander

Christian Dior pajama, Gucci under, got his number (Woo)

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

B***d money, that's how I got this, b***d 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 n****s 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, n****s doin' all that woofin', p***y

4L bomb shit, walk inside the store, that switch in my armpit

I go wherever, I keep a Beretta, and n****s ain't on shit

My opps together but I don't discriminate, I got 'em both hit

Them n****s be lyin', they n****s be dyin' and they'll n***r 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

Go on live and get your ass pop 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 whip out my zipper, I move to L.A., I'm a Clipper

He think with his d**k, he a tricker, get your b***h 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, you 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 five score, n***a, 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

Ayy, I'm feelin' like 2 Chainz (Tru)

B***h, I'm 21, b***h, I'm not 22

Knockin' off the namebrand n****s in your crew

Heard you miss your dogs, now, it's long live who? Idiot

Yeah