Its Up Chords

[Chorus]
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I love all my friends
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Thinkin' about this life I provide for them
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This world has some real things dividin' them
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My right hand he's Muslim I'll die for him
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My road manager is drunk as hell at five pm
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I get knocked down they help me rise again
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Ref one leave the game I ain't sayin' bye with him
 
 
[Verse]
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I don't    care about my opps
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I don't care about my opps
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I don't care about my opps
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Yeah take a pic Richard Millie
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No stopwatch
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Take a pic of your lips
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Gobblin' on my cock
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I don't care 'bout no motherfuckin' watch nah
 
 
[Chorus]
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   I don't care    'bout no highend thot
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Bitch you just a bystander
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Christian Dior pajama Gucci up under body number
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I just picked up somethin' from Mercedes
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It's a OneofOne
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Black exterior the one that I want
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Red inside like that time of the month
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Blood money that's how I got this
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Blood money that's how I got this
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We can vacation wherever we want
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'cause I don't care where none of my opps is
 
 
[Verse]
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I told the promoter tonight put me across from they section
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We don't play patty cake they just be lettin' us in we don't do the
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inspection
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I can't sleep at night with Thug at Cobb County Corrections
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I think he did enough reflectin' I think my brother learned his lesson
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It's all just a part of the game we all gotta roll with protection
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And just like the motherfuckin' judge
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The hammers come out for objections
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Nigga what's up one hundred and fortythree Rolexes in my collection
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I put the horns on the front of the 'Bach
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You know Drizzy gon' roll like a Texan
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She textin' she love me the Mexicans love me
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I'm out here just makin' connections
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And Junior Boy rollin' like Cinco de Mayo
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He may hold a fifth in possession
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The way that I'm used to playin' the politics
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Swear I could win the election
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You niggas is overprotective with hoes
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I'm already over the next one
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I'm at fortyeight with Ty and the vino we drunk
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It's not even a question
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These niggas tryna send a message
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Well leave that shit down at reception ay
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I don't care about my opps
 
 
[Chorus]
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I don't care about care about my opps
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Yeah take a pic Richard Millie
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No stopwatch
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Take a pic of your lips
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Gobblin' on my cock
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I don't care 'bout no motherfuckin'    watch
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Nah I don't care 'bout    no highend thot
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Bitch you just a bystander
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Christian Dior pajama Gucci up under body number
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I just picked up somethin' from Mercedes
 
It's a OneofOne
Ebm
Black exterior the one that I want
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Red inside like that time of the month
 
 
[Verse]
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Blood money that's how I got this
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Blood money that's how I got this
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We can vacation wherever we want
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'cause I don't care where none of my opps is
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You hang around too many niggas that's pussy
 
You gotta be pussy
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If it's on sight up your gun on me
All that muggin' and lookin'
 
 
[Chorus]
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   Yeah     niggas doin' all that woofin'     pussy
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Fourl bomb shit walk inside the store that switch in my armpit
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I go wherever I keep a Beretta and niggas ain't on shit
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My opps together but I don't discriminate I got 'em both hit
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Them niggas be lyin' they niggas be dyin' and they don't never post shit
 
 
[Verse]
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No rap cap come out my mouth made a couple songs think he hot now
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Hit his ass up he think he Pac now broad daylight he got shot down
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Chopper bullets make his ass hop 'round bloodshed ain't no way to stop now
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Goin' live'll get your ass popped now seem like everybody want an opp now
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   Leavin' him flat line Slaughter Gang knife in the back I'm on that time
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    Turn him to a hashtag make him a long live niggas ain't my kind
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Tried and true I'ma pop mine     I was seventeen with a Glock nine I wanna
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see red stop sign     I wanna see red Clifford
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She keep tryna rip off my zipper I moved to LA I'm a Clipper
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He think with his dick he a tricker Get your bitch out the car 'fore we
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blick her
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We put an AirTag on his car he in Miami by Brickell
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Say hello to the fournickel I got a magazine who got an issue
 
 
[Chorus]
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Givin' out smoke     pussy
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My trigger finger broke
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Don't try me like no ho I always let it blow
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I pull up fah' score nigga
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We caught him by that store
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How much you wanna bet they ass
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Won't stand right there no more
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I'm Slaughter Gang OVO
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A half a million a show but I still walk in with that pole
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Idiot            Ay I'm feelin' like two Chainz TRU
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Bitch I'm twentyone bitch I'm not twentytwo
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Knockin' off the name brand niggas in your crew
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Heard you miss your dogs now it's long live who
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Idiot yeah
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