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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 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

[Chorus: Young Thug]
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