Up to Something

[Intro: Young Thug]
Ayy

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Drank, take a lil' 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 (What?)
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 (Pew pew pew)
Five, four, three, two, one, attack (Go)
Bitch, all of 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 (Brats)
Pop a lil' Perky, relax (Turn up, turn up)

[Refrain: Young Thug]
These niggas up to something (Hmm)
Hey, she need to fuck or something

[Verse: Young Thug]
I'ma wake up for somethin'
I fell in love with nothin' (Yeah)
Bitches, they do it for me
Stuck on me, gluin' somethin' (Yeah)
Patrick Swayze, Swayze, Swayze, save me
All my bitches get it, never lazy (Yeahhh...)
All my pockets full like they pregnant (Ahh...)
Y'all niggas still hatin' (Yeah... Sheesh!)
Dice in the middle
I'ma shoot it with precise in the building (Yeah)
Fuck that bitch because she likin' my rhythm (Ayy)
White on her head, I got lice in the buildin' (Ayy)
Lil' mama ready, she Tyson, go get her (Woah)
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 bitches when I'm borin' (Yeah)
Your money little like a Yorkie
I open your head up with a forty (Fah)
I think I'm gettin' back to the old me (Hmm)
Yeah, I'm gettin' back to the old me

[Bridge: Young Thug & Travis Scott]
Hey, these niggas up to something (Hmm)
Hey, these niggas forfeit on us, ayy

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Drank take a lil' 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 (Pew pew pew)
Five, four, three, two, one, attack (Go)
Bitch, all of 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 (Brats)
Pop a lil' Perky, relax (Turn up, turn up)

[Refrain: Young Thug & Travis Scott]
These niggas up to something (Hmm... Yell ah, ah, ayy
Eah)
Hey, she need to fuck or something