[00:00.000] 作词 : A. Graham
[00:01.000] 作曲 : A. Graham
[00:05.532]I love all my friends
[00:06.066]Thinkin' about this life I provide for them
[00:09.428]This world has some real things dividin' 'em
[00:13.114]My right hand, he's Muslim, I'll die for him
[00:16.928]My road manager is drunk as hell at 5 p.m.
[00:20.443]I get knocked down, they help me rise again
[00:24.122]Ref won't leave the game, I'm sayin' "Bye" with him
[00:27.953]Drake, turn this shit the **** up
[00:32.134]
[00:32.522]I don't care 'bout my opps (I don't care 'bout my opps)
[00:33.523]I don't care 'bout my opps (I don't care 'bout no opps)
[00:34.931]I don't care 'bout my opps (I don't care 'bout no opp)
[00:36.656]Yeah, take a pic (Take a pic), Richard Millie, no stop watch (Uh-uh)
[00:40.147]Take a pic, with your lips, gobblin' on my c**k (Let's go, uh-uh, shit)
[00:44.897]I don't care 'bout no mother****in' watch (I don't care 'bout no watch, nah)
[00:48.377]I don't care 'bout no high end thot (Nah, nah)
[00:50.667]Bitch, you just a (Bitch, you just a), bystander
[00:54.394]Christian Dior pajama, Gucci under, got his number
[00:56.573]
[00:57.442]I just picked up somethin' from Mercedes, it's a one of one
[01:01.337]Black exterior, the one that I want, red inside like that time of the month
[01:04.477]Blood money, that's how I got this, blood money, that's how I got this
[01:08.160]We can vacation wherever we want 'cause I don't care where none of my opps is
[01:10.250]
[01:10.645]I told the promoter tonight, put me across from they section
[01:15.065]We don't play patty cake, they just be lettin' us in, we don't do the inspection
[01:18.239]I can't sleep at night with Thug at Cobb County Corrections
[01:21.617]I think he did enough reflectin', I think my brother learned his lesson
[01:25.018]It's all just a part of the game, we all gotta roll with protection
[01:28.422]And just like the mother****in' judge, the hammers come out for objections
[01:31.997]Nigga, what's up? A hundred and forty-three Rolexes in my collection
[01:35.444]I put the horns on the front of the 'Bach, you know Drizzy gon' roll like a Texan
[01:38.787]She textin' she love me, the Mexicans love me, I'm out here just makin' connections
[01:42.129]And Junior Boy rollin' like Cinco de Mayo, he may've had a fifth of possession
[01:45.517]The way that I'm used to playin' the politics, swear I could win the election
[01:48.958]You niggas is overprotective of hoes, I'm already over the next one
[01:52.443]I'm at 48 with Ty and Vino, we drunk, it's not even a question
[01:55.909]These niggas tryna send a message, well, leave that shit down in the reception, ayy
[01:58.869]
[02:00.956]I don't care 'bout my opps (I don't care 'bout my opps)
[02:02.240]I don't care 'bout my opps (I don't care 'bout no opps)
[02:03.708]I don't care 'bout my opps (I don't care 'bout no opp)
[02:05.350]Yeah, take a pic (Take a pic), Richard Millie, no stop watch (Uh-uh)
[02:10.025]Take a pic, with your lips, gobblin' on my c**k (Let's go, uh-uh, shit)
[02:12.550]I don't care 'bout no mother****in' watch (I don't care 'bout no watch, nah)
[02:16.022]I don't care 'bout no high end thot (Nah, nah)
[02:19.530]Bitch, you just a (Bitch, you just a), bystander
[02:22.879]Christian Dior pajama, Gucci under, got his number (Woo)
[02:24.613]
[02:26.315]I just picked up somethin' from Mercedes, it's a one of one
[02:29.489]Black exterior, the one that I want, red inside like that time of the month
[02:32.669]Blood money, that's how I got this, blood money, that's how I got this
[02:36.068]We can vacation wherever we want 'cause I don't care where none of my opps is
[02:37.364]
[02:39.973]You hang around too many niggas that's p***y, you gotta be p***y
[02:43.319]If it's on sight, up your gun on me, all that muggin' and lookin'
[02:46.694]Yeah, niggas doin' all that woofin', p***y
[02:52.107]4L bomb shit, walk inside the store, that switch in my armpit
[02:56.762]I go wherever, I keep a Beretta, and niggas ain't on shit
[03:00.349]My opps together but I don't discriminate, I got 'em both hit
[03:03.660]Them niggas be lyin', they niggas be dyin' and they'll never post shit
[03:06.982]No rap cap come out my mouth, made a couple songs, think he hot now
[03:10.304]Hit his ass up, he think he Pac now, broad daylight he got shot down
[03:13.872]Chopper bullets make his ass hop 'round, bloodshed, ain't no way to stop now
[03:17.484]Go on live and get your ass pop now, seem like everybody want an opp now
[03:20.950]Leavin' him flatline, Slaughter Gang knife in the back, I'm on that time
[03:24.646]Turn him to a hashtag, make him a "Long Live", niggas ain't my kind
[03:28.152]Tried and true, I'ma pop mine, I was seventeen with a Glock 9
[03:31.589]I wanna see red, stop sign, I wanna see red, Clifford
[03:34.785]She keep tryna whip out my zipper, I move to L.A., I'm a Clipper
[03:38.005]He think with his d**k, he a tricker, get your bitch out the car 'fore we blick her
[03:41.747]We put an AirTag on his car, he in Miami by Brickell
[03:44.975]Say "Hello" to the four nickel, I got a magazine, you got an issue
[03:48.026]Givin' out smoke, p***y
[03:50.343]My trigger finger broke
[03:53.152]Don't try me like no ho, I always let it blow
[03:57.581]I pull up five score, nigga, we caught him by that store
[04:02.749]How much you wanna bet they ass won't stand right there no more?
[04:07.721]I'm Slaughter Gang OVO
[04:10.040]A half a million a show but I still walk in with that pole, idiot
[04:12.619]
[04:17.659]Ayy, I'm feelin' like 2 Chainz (Tru)
[04:20.842]Bitch, I'm 21, bitch, I'm not 22
[04:23.907]Knockin' off the namebrand niggas in your crew
[04:27.212]Heard you miss your dogs, now, it's long live who? Idiot
[04:27.869]Yeah

作词 : A. Graham
作曲 : A. Graham
I love all my friends
Thinkin' about this life I provide for them
This world has some real things dividin' '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 sayin' "Bye" with him
Drake, turn this shit the **** up
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, gobblin' on my c**k (Let's go, uh-uh, shit)
I don't care 'bout no mother****in' watch (I don't care 'bout no watch, nah)
I don't care 'bout no high end thot (Nah, nah)
Bitch, you just a (Bitch, you just a), bystander
Christian Dior pajama, Gucci under, got his 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 mother****in' 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've had a fifth of possession
The way that I'm used to playin' the politics, swear I could win the election
You niggas 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 niggas tryna send a message, well, leave that shit down in the reception, ayy
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, gobblin' on my c**k (Let's go, uh-uh, shit)
I don't care 'bout no mother****in' watch (I don't care 'bout no watch, nah)
I don't care 'bout no high end thot (Nah, nah)
Bitch, you just a (Bitch, you just a), bystander
Christian Dior pajama, Gucci under, got his 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 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'll 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
Go on live and get your ass pop 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 whip out my zipper, I move to L.A., I'm a Clipper
He think with his d**k, 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, you 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 five 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 (Tru)
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