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Metro Boomin – Up to Something Lyrics ft Young Thug & Travis Scott

Up to Something by  feat  & .

[Intro – Young Thug]
Ayy

[Pre-Hook/Chorus – Young Thug]
Drank, taking a sip of that Act “Blow it”
Flood all my bitches in that “That way”
I’m in the projects without Pat “Ayy”
My jewelry leave ’em blind like bats “Bling”
Diamonds for in the back “Blaow”
Hit that lil’ bitch 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
P—y n—a, 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”

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[Hook/Chorus – Young Thug]
These n—-s up to something “Hmm, ayy”
She need to suck or something “She need to f–k or something”

[Verse – Young Thug]
I’ma wake up for something
I fell in love with nothing “Yeah”
B—–s, they do it for me
Stuck on me, gluing something “Yeah”
Patrick Swazey, Swazey, Swazey, save me
All my b—–s get it, never lazy
All my pockets full like they pregnant
Y’all n—-s still hating
Dice in the middle
I’ma shoot it with precise in the building
F–k that b—h because she liking my riddles “Ayy”
White on her head, I got lice and I’m building “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 snoring “Yeah”
Talk to b—–s when I’m boring “Yeah”
Your money little like a Yorkie
I open your head up with a forty “Bap”
I think I’m getting back to the old me
Yeah, I’m getting back to the old me

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[Hook/Chorus – Young Thug & Travis Scott]
These n—-s up to something “Hmm, ayy”
These n—-s f—-d it up, shh “Ayy”

[Pre-Hook/Chorus – Young Thug]
Drank, taking 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’ 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 “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
P—y n—a, 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”

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[Hook/Chorus – Young Thug & Travis Scott]
These n—-s up to something “Hmm, Hell yeah, ayy”
She need to suck or something

SONG INFO

Released: November 2, 2018

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