Up To Something

[Young Thug:]
Ayy

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 her 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
Pussy nigga, they some rats (What?)
He swung on my pockets, they fat, no catch
But all my bitches they brats
Pop a lil' perky, relax (Turn up, turn up)

These niggas up to something (Hmm, ayy)
She need to suck or something (She need to fuck or somethin')

I'ma wake up for something
I fell in love with nothing (Yeah)
Bitches, they do it for me
Stuck on me, gluing something (Yeah)
Patrick Swazey, Swazey, Swazey, save me
All my bitches get it, never lazy
All my pockets full like they pregnant
Y'all niggas still hating
Dice in the middle
I'ma shoot it with precise in the building
Fuck that bitch 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 bitches 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

[Young Thug & Travis Scott:]
These niggas up to something (Hmm, ayy)
These niggas fucked it up, shh (Ayy)

[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 her 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
Pussy nigga, they some rats (What?)
He swung on my pockets, they fat, no catch
But all my bitches they brats
Pop a lil' perky, relax (Turn up, turn up)

[Young Thug & Travis Scott:]
These niggas up to something (Hmm, Hell yeah, ayy)
She need to suck or something