Up To Something - Metro Boomin/Travis Scott/Young Thug

Lyrics by：Allen Ritter/Leland Wayne/Jacques Webster/Jeffrey Williams/Joshua Luellen

Composed by：Allen Ritter/Leland Wayne/Jacques Webster/Jeffrey Williams/Joshua Luellen

Produced by：Metro Boomin/Allen Ritter/Southside

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 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 Swayze Swayze Swayze 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 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***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' 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 go

Dead tell all my whoadies hit that

They some rats what

He swung on my pockets they fat no catch

But all my they brats

Pop a lil' perky relax turn up turn up

These up to somethin' hmm