• 標題:It’s Up (Explicit)
  • 歌手:Drake;Young Thug;21 Savage
  • 專輯:100 GIGS (Explicit)
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    It’s Up (Explicit) - Drake/Young Thug/21 Savage
    Lyrics by:A. Graham
    Composed by:A. Graham
    Drake:
    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 no 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
    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 ************* 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
    Woo
    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
    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