It’s Up

[Intro: Drake]
I love all my friends
Thinking about this life I provide for them
This world has some real things dividing '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 saying "Bye" with him
Drake, turn this ѕh¡t the fμcκ up

[Chorus: Young Thug]
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, gobbling on my çοçκ
(Let's go, uh-uh, ѕh¡t)
I don't care 'bout no motherfucking watch
(I don't care 'bout no watch, nah)
I don't care 'bout no high end thοt (Nah, nah)
B¡tch, you just a (B¡tch, you just a), bystander
Christian Dior pajama, Gucci under, got his number

[Post-Chorus: Drake]
I just picked up something 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
'Cuz I don't care where none of my opps is

[Verse 1: Drake]
I told the promoter tonight, put me across from they section
We don't play patty cake
They just be letting 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 reflecting, 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 motherfucking judge, the hammers come out for objections
N¡ɡɡα, 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 texting she love me, the Mexicans love me
I'm out here just making connections
And Junior Boy rolling like Cinco de Mayo
He may've had a fifth of possession
The way that I'm used to playing the politics
Swear I could win the election
You n¡ɡɡαѕ 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 n¡ɡɡαѕ tryna send a message
Well, leave that ѕh¡t down in the reception, Ay

[Chorus: Young Thug]
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, gobbling on my çοçκ
(Let's go, uh-uh, ѕh¡t)
I don't care 'bout no motherfucking watch
(I don't care 'bout no watch, nah)
I don't care 'bout no high end thοt (Nah, nah)
B¡tch, you just a (B¡tch, you just a), bystander
Christian Dior pajama, Gucci under, got his number (Woo)

[Post-Chorus: Drake]
I just picked up something 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
'Cuz I don't care where none of my opps is

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
You hang around too many n¡ɡɡαѕ, that's ρμѕѕy
You gotta be ρμѕѕy
If it's on sight, up your gun on me
All that mugging and lookin'
Yeah, n¡ɡɡαѕ doing all that woofing, ρμѕѕy
4L bomb ѕh¡t
Walk inside the store, that switch in my armpit
I go wherever, I keep a Beretta, and n¡ɡɡαѕ ain't on ѕh¡t
My opps together, but I don't discriminate, I got 'em both hit
Them n¡ɡɡαѕ be lying, they n¡ɡɡαѕ be dying and they'll never post ѕh¡t
No rap cap come out my mouth
Made a couple songs, think he hot now
Hit his αѕѕ up, he think he Pac now
Broad day, like he got shot down
Chopper bullets make his αѕѕ hop 'round
Bloodshed, ain't no way to stop now
Go on live and get your αѕѕ pop now
Seem like everybody want an opp now
Leaving him flatline
Slaughter Gang knife in the back, I'm on that time
Turn him to a hashtag
Make him a "Long Live", n¡ɡɡαѕ 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¡cκ, he a tricker
Get your b¡tch 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
Giving out smoke, ρμѕѕy
My trigger finger broke
Don't try me like no hοє
I always let it blow
I pull up five score, n¡ɡɡα
We caught him by that store
How much you wanna bet they αѕѕ 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

[Outro: Drake]
Ay, I'm feeling like 2 Chainz (Tru)
B¡tch, I'm 21, b¡tch, I'm not 22
Knocking off the namebrand n¡ɡɡαѕ in your crew
Heard you miss your dogs, now it's long live who?
Idiot
Yeah!