It's Up (Explicit)-416 General

It's Up (Explicit)

歌手:416 General

时间:2024-08-07

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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

I don't care shut my

I don't care about my

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

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 shut my

I don't care about my

I don't care shut my

I don't care about no

I don't care shut my

I don't care about no

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

Uh 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 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 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

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