Up to Something - Metro Boomin feat Travis Scott & Young Thug
[Young Thug:]
Ayy
Drank, takin' a sip of that Act (Blow it)
Flood all my b_tches in that (That way)
I'm in the projects without Pat (Ayy)
My jewelry leave 'em blind like bats (Bling)
Diamonds for her in the back (Blaow)
Hit that lil' b_tch from the back (She stacked)
Ask me like how I do that? (What?)
Pop a lil' xan and relax (Yeah)
About my racks, you get whacked (Pew pew pew pew)
If he got racks, he get taxed
Five, four, three, two, one, attack (Go)
Dead, tell all my whoadies hit that
P_ssy n_gga, they some rats (What?)
He swung on my pockets, they fat, no catch
But all my b_tches they brats
Pop a lil' perky, relax (Turn up, turn up)
These n_ggas up to somethin' (Hmm, ayy)
She need to s_ck or somethin' (She need to f_ck or somethin')
I'ma wake up for somethin'
I fell in love with nothin' (Yeah)
B_tches, they do it for me
Stuck on me, gluin' somethin' (Yeah)
Patrick Swazey, Swazey, Swazey, save me
All my b_tches get it, never lazy
All my pockets full like they pregnant
Y'all n_ggas still hatin'
Dice in the middle
I'ma shoot it with precise in the building
F_ck that b_tch because she likin' my riddles (Ayy)
White on her head, I got lice and I'm buildin' (Ayy)
Lil' mama ready, she Tyson, go get her (Whoa)
I can't complain, I got ice in my bezel (Ayy)
I'm not racist, I got white in my Bentley (Hey)
Caught a rabbit, it was ice all up in it (Ayy)
Hell yeah (Yeah yeah)
Call me mister mister Porsche (Yeah)
Pockets swole with no abortion (Yeah)
I sleep soft, I'm never snorin' (Yeah)
Talk to b_tches when I'm borin' (Yeah)
Your money little like a Yorkie
I open your head up with a forty (Bap)
I think I'm gettin' back to the old me
Yeah, I'm gettin' back to the old me
[Young Thug & Travis Scott:]
These n_ggas up to somethin' (Hmm, ayy)
These n_ggas f_cked it up, shh (Ayy)
[Young Thug:]
Drank, takin' a sip of that Act (Blow it)
Flood all my b_tches in that (That way)
I'm in the projects without Pat (Ayy)
My jewelry leave 'em blind like bats (Bling)
Diamonds for her in the back (Blaow)
Hit that lil' b_tch from the back (She stacked)
Ask me like how I do that? (What?)
Pop a lil' xan and relax (Yeah)
About my racks, you get whacked (Pew pew pew pew)
If he got racks, he get taxed
Five, four, three, two, one, attack (Go)
Dead, tell all my whoadies hit that
P_ssy n_gga, they some rats (What?)
He swung on my pockets, they fat, no catch
But all my b_tches they brats
Pop a lil' perky, relax (Turn up, turn up)
[Young Thug & Travis Scott:]
These n_ggas up to somethin' (Hmm, Hell yeah, ayy)
She need to s_ck or somethin'
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