• Title:It's Up (Explicit)
  • Artist:416 General
  • Album:One Dance Views 2 (Explicit)
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  • Languages:en
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    It's Up (Explicit) - 416 General
    Lyrics by:416 General
    Composed by:416 General
    Produced by:416 General
    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 pm
    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
    I don't care shut my
    I don't care about my
    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
    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
    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
    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
    I don't care about no
    Take a pic of your
    Lips gobblin' on my cock
    Uh nah
    ***** you just a
    ***** you just a bystander
    Gucci up under body number woo
    I just picked up somethin'
    From mercedes it's a one of one
    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
    Ayy I'm feelin' like 2 chainz tru
    ***** 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