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'm 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

(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

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?

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 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, ayy

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 (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

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 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 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

Ayy, I'm feelin' like

2 Chainz, T.R.U

Bitch, I'm 21, bitch

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