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LYRICFLUENTUp To Something Lyrics by Metro Boomin Metro Boomin , Travis Scott, Young Thug
Below, you will find the lyrics for Up To Something by Metro Boomin.
Ayy
Drank, takin' a sip of that Act
Flood all my bitches in that
I'm in the projects without Pat
My jewelry leave 'em blind like bats
Diamonds for her in the back
Hit that lil' bitch from the back
Ask me like how I do that?
Pop a lil' xan and relax
About my racks, you get whacked
If he got racks, he get taxed
Five, four, three, two, one, attack
Dead, tell all my whoadies hit that
Pussy nigga, they some rats
He swung on my pockets, they fat, no catch
But all my bitches they brats
Pop a lil' perky, relax
These niggas up to somethin'
She need to fuck or somethin'
I'ma wake up for somethin'
I fell in love with nothin'
Bitches, they do it for me
Stuck on me, gluin' somethin'
Patrick Swayze, Swayze, Swayze save me
All my bitches get it, never lazy
All my pockets full like they pregnant
Y'all niggas still hatin'
Dice in the middle
I'ma shoot it with precise in the building
Fuck that bitch because she likin' my riddles
White on her head, I got lice and I'm buildin'
Lil' mama ready, she Tyson, go get her
I can't complain, I got ice in my bezel
I'm not racist, I got white in my Bentley
Caught a rabbit, it was ice all up in it
Hell yeah
Call me mister mister Porsche
Pockets swole with no abortion
I sleep soft, I'm never snorin'
Talk to bitches when I'm borin'
Your money little like a Yorkie
I open your head up with a forty
I think I'm gettin' back to the old me
Yeah, I'm gettin' back to the old me
These niggas up to somethin'
These niggas fucked it up, shh
Drank, takin' a sip of that Act
Flood all my bitches in that
I'm in the projects without Pat
My jewelry leave 'em blind like bats
Diamonds for her in the back
Hit that lil' bitch from the back
Ask me like how I do that?
Pop a lil' xan and relax
About my racks, you get whacked
If he got racks, he get taxed
Five, four, three, two, one, attack
Dead, tell all my whoadies hit that
Pussy nigga, they some rats
He swung on my pockets, they fat, no catch
But all my bitches they brats
Pop a lil' perky, relax
These niggas up to somethin'
She need to fuck or somethin'
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