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- Up To Something 歌詞 Travis Scott Metro Boomin Young Thug
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- Travis Scott Metro Boomin Young Thug
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Written by：Travis Scott、Allen Ritter、Southside、Metro Boomin、Young Thug
Ayy
Drank takin a sip of that Act
Blow it
Flood all my b**ches in that
That way
Im 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**ch 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
Dead tell all my whoadies hit that
P**sy n**ga they some rats
What
He swung on my pockets they fat no catch
But all my b**ches they brats
Pop a lil perky relax
Turn up turn up
These n**gas up to somethin
Hmm ayy
She need to suck or somethin
Ima wake up for somethin
I fell in love with nothin
Yeah
B**ches they do it for me
Stuck on me gluin somethin
Yeah
Patrick Swazey Swazey Swazey save me
All my b**ches get it never lazy
All my pockets full like they pregnant
Yall n**gas still hatin
Dice in the middle
Ima shoot it with precise in the building
F**k that b**ch because she likin my riddles
Ayy
White on her head I got lice and Im buildin
Ayy
Lil mama ready she Tyson go get her
Whoa
I cant complain I got ice in my bezel
Ayy
Im 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 Im never snorin
Yeah
Talk to b**ches when Im borin
Yeah
Your money little like a Yorkie
I open your head up with a forty
Bap
I think Im gettin back to the old me
Yeah Im gettin back to the old me
These n**gas up to somethin
Hmm ayy
These n**gas f **ked it up shh
Ayy
Drank takin a sip of that Act
Blow it
Flood all my b**ches in that
That way
Im 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**ch 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
Dead tell all my whoadies hit that
P**sy n**ga they some rats
What
He swung on my pockets they fat no catch
But all my b**ches they brats
Pop a lil perky relax
Turn up turn up
These n**gas up to somethin
Hmm Hell yeah ayy
She need to suck or somethin
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