Up To Something (Instrumental)

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

Produced by ：Metro Boomin /Allen Ritter /Southside

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'