Up To Something (Explicit)
Metro Boomin, Travis Scott, Young Thug"Up To Something (Explicit)" is a song by Metro Boomin, Travis Scott, Young Thug, released in 2018 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:00 long and contains 106 lines and 473 words.
Lyrics
0:15Ayy
0:17Drank takin' a sip of that act
0:18Blow it
0:19Flood all my b***hes in that
0:20That way
0:21I'm in the projects without pat
0:23Ayy
0:23My jewelry leave 'em blind like bats
0:25Bling
0:25Diamonds for her in the back
0:27Blaow
0:27Hit that lil' b***h from the back
0:29She stacked
0:29Ask me like how I do that
0:31What
0:32Pop a lil' xan and relax
0:33Yeah
0:34About my racks you get whacked
0:36If he got racks he get taxed
0:38Five four three two one attack
0:39Go
0:40Dead tell all my whoadies hit that
0:42P***y n***a they some rats
0:44What
0:44He swung on my pockets they fat no catch
0:46But all my b***hes they brats
0:49Pop a lil' perky relax
0:52Turn up turn up
0:54These n***as up to somethin'
0:58Hmm ayy
1:02She need to suck or somethin'
1:04She need to f**k or somethin'
1:07I'ma wake up for somethin'
1:09I fell in love with nothin'
1:10Yeah
1:11B***hes they do it for me
1:13Stuck on me gluin' somethin'
1:14Yeah
1:16Patrick Swazey
1:16Swazey
1:16Swazey save me
1:18All my b***hes get it never lazy
1:20All my pockets full like they pregnant
1:22Y'all n***as still hatin'
1:24Dice in the middle
1:25I'ma shoot it with precise in the building
1:27F**k that b***h because she likin' my riddles
1:29White on her head I got lice and I'm buildin'
1:31Lil' mama ready she Tyson go get her
1:33I can't complain I got ice in my bezel
1:35Ayy
1:35I'm not racist I got white in my bentley
1:37Hey
1:38Caught a rabbit it was ice all up in it
1:39Ayy
1:40Hell yeah
1:40Yeah yeah
1:41Call me mister mister Porsche
1:43Yeah
1:43Pockets swole with no abortion
1:45Yeah
1:45I sleep soft I'm never snorin'
1:47Yeah
1:47Talk to b***hes when I'm borin'
1:49Yeah
1:49Your money little like a Yorkie
1:51I open your head up with a forty
1:53Bap
1:54I think I'm gettin' back to the old me
1:56Yeah I'm gettin' back to the old me
2:01These n***as up to somethin'
2:03Up to somethin'
2:05Hmm ayy
2:10These n***as f**ked it up shh
2:13Ayy
2:14Drank takin' a sip of that act
2:16Blow it
2:17Flood all my b***hes in that
2:18That way
2:19I'm in the projects without pat
2:20Ayy
2:21My jewelry leave 'em blind like bats
2:23Bling
2:23Diamonds for her in the back
2:25Blaow
2:25Hit that lil' b***h from the back
2:27She stacked
2:27Ask me like how I do that
2:29What
2:30Pop a lil' xan and relax
2:31Yeah
2:32About my racks you get whacked
2:34If he got racks he get taxed
2:36Five four three two one attack
2:37Dead tell all my whoadies hit that
2:40P***y n***a they some rats
2:42What
2:42He swung on my pockets they fat no catch
2:44But all my b***hes they brats
2:46Pop a lil' perky relax
2:49Turn up turn up
2:52These n***as up to somethin'
2:53Up to somethin'
2:55Hmm
2:56Hell yeah ayy
3:00She need to suck or somethin'
Ayy Drank takin' a sip of that act Blow it Flood all my b***hes 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***h 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 If he got racks he get taxed Five four three two one attack Go Dead tell all my whoadies hit that P***y n***a they some rats What He swung on my pockets they fat no catch But all my b***hes they brats Pop a lil' perky relax Turn up turn up These n***as up to somethin' Hmm ayy She need to suck or somethin' She need to f**k or somethin' I'ma wake up for somethin' I fell in love with nothin' Yeah B***hes they do it for me Stuck on me gluin' somethin' Yeah Patrick Swazey Swazey Swazey save me All my b***hes get it never lazy All my pockets full like they pregnant Y'all n***as still hatin' Dice in the middle I'ma shoot it with precise in the building F**k that b***h 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 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***hes 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 These n***as up to somethin' Up to somethin' Hmm ayy These n***as f**ked it up shh Ayy Drank takin' a sip of that act Blow it Flood all my b***hes 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***h 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 If he got racks he get taxed Five four three two one attack Dead tell all my whoadies hit that P***y n***a they some rats What He swung on my pockets they fat no catch But all my b***hes they brats Pop a lil' perky relax Turn up turn up These n***as up to somethin' Up to somethin' Hmm Hell yeah ayy She need to suck or somethin'
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