(+) Up To Something
Ayy
Drank takin' a sip of that act
Flood all my bitches in that
I'm in the projects without pat
My jewelry leave 'em blind like bats
Diamonds for her in the back
Hit that lil' bitch from the back
Ask me like how I do that?
Pop a lil' xan and relax
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
Pussy nigga they some rats
He swung on my pockets they fat no catch
But all my bitches they brats
Pop a lil' perky relax
These niggas up to somethin'
She need to suck or somethin'
I'ma wake up for somethin'
I fell in love with nothin'
Bitches they do it for me
Stuck on me gluin' somethin'
Patrick swazey swazey swazey save me
All my bitches get it never lazy
All my pockets full like they pregnant
Y'all niggas still hatin'
Dice in the middle
I'ma shoot it with precise in the building
Fuck that bitch 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
I'm not racist I got white in my bentley
Caught a rabbit it was ice all up in it
Hell yeah
Call me mister mister porsche
Pockets swole with no abortion
I sleep soft I'm never snorin'
Talk to bitches when I'm borin'
Your money little like a yorkie
I open your head up with a forty
I think I'm gettin' back to the old me
Yeah I'm gettin' back to the old me
These niggas up to somethin'
These niggas fucked it up shh
Drank takin' a sip of that act
Flood all my bitches in that
I'm in the projects without pat
My jewelry leave 'em blind like bats
Diamonds for her in the back
Hit that lil' bitch from the back
Ask me like how I do that?
Pop a lil' xan and relax
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
Pussy nigga they some rats
He swung on my pockets they fat no catch
But all my bitches they brats
Pop a lil' perky relax
These niggas up to somethin'
She need to suck or somethin'