Up To Something

Drank, takin' a sip of that Act (Blow it

Flood all my b*****s 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' ***** 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 (Go

Dead, tell all my whoadies hit that

***** *****, they some rats (What

He swung on my pockets, they fat, no catch

But all my b*****s they brats

Pop a lil' perky, relax (Turn up, turn up

These ****** up to somethin' (Hmm, ayy

She need to suck or somethin' (She need to **** or somethin

I'ma wake up for somethin

I fell in love with nothin' (Yeah

B*****s, they do it for me

Stuck on me, gluin' somethin' (Yeah)

Patrick Swazey, Swazey, Swazey, save me

All my b*****s get it, never lazy

All my pockets full like they pregnant

Y'all ****** still hatin

Dice in the middle

I'ma shoot it with precise in the building

**** that ***** 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*****s 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 ****** up to somethin' (Hmm, ayy

These ****** ****ed it up, shh (Ayy

Drank, takin' a sip of that Act (Blow it

Flood all my b*****s 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' ***** 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 (Go

Dead, tell all my whoadies hit that

***** *****, they some rats (What?

He swung on my pockets, they fat, no catch

But all my b*****s they brats

Pop a lil' perky, relax (Turn up, turn up

These ****** up to somethin' (Hmm, Hell yeah, ayy

She need to suck or somethin'