Up To Something Lyrics

Shit too easy, I just walk out and I'm stunting

We been up to something

Taking about money, bitch, it's coming

Big stepping, couple years ago they looked at me like nothing

Now we buzzing, I ain't bluffing

Bitch, I'm pulling out them racks

Right up on the stage, bitch, we lit

You not doing nothing

Bitch, we making plays, we legit

And you talk a lot but you don't want a fade, you a bitch

Give a fuck what they say, we getting rich

Making plays

Honestly the hardest out of Michigan

Why you talking like you hard

Bitch, you a law abiding citizen

Bro got wock up in his cup

Angels Share on, it got cinnamon

You on lil shit, the shit we do magnificent

We be quick to get it

Quick to go and stack it, then go move it

How the fuck you got some motion

Then fell off, you finna lose it

I'm making racks just sitting back

Talking shit, making music

Send a prayer for the opps cause they really going through it

Send a prayer for lil' bro cause my bro piped his main bitch

I ain't switch up, that's for y'all

That's some lame shit

In a fucking foreign, pull it out

Make it lane switch

Fuck out my DM

I ain't trying to play no games with no randoms

Pulled up in brand new whip, that shit a Phantom

If they try to run up only a L what I'ma hand em

Lil bro music really ass

Why you go out there and gas him

Give a fuck about lil bro

Off this music already passed em

Making moves

Bitch, we really grinding

What they hate to do

Working hard, breaking loose

Give no fucks we break the rules

Lenciaga stepping

You can't catch me in no fake ass shoes

Hit em with the left hook

Shit so hard it's finna break his tooth

Hit em with the overhand right

Then he went to sleep

We pulled up in big body Jeeps

Put em on the street

You think you on shit but you not

You not hot as me

Finna grind, put that work right in

Top where I got to be

You ain't got a G

Why you talking shit

You a goofy

If you trying to go up

Then you got to go through me

You ain't never meet me once

Why you acting like you knew me

Talking hard up on the net

In real life you look like Scooby

I ain't got shit to prove

I ain't got shit to lose

Why you always on my dick

Man, you ain't got shit to do

Have you ever made the fucking top drop in the coupe

We connected like a fucking hotspot with the blues

Lil' bro stupid, he gon' go out like a junkie off of three whippets

Talking shit never gon stop don't think that we finished

You get caught up you go out sad saying he did it

If the cops ever come up, I don't speak English

They asked what's up with yo songs

I said that's me tripping

Lil' bro just threw that shitty fit on

Why he think he dripping

We gon go up, we put in work

Lil' bitch, that's the difference

Don't run up, I keep a pole

Lil' bitch, keep yo distance

In a 'rari, yeah

I don't want a Ford, I'm straight

You talking shit, but yo bitch she trying to fornicate

I ain't stopping until I hit Forbes, I'm great

You talking shit, you couldn't even afford the Bape

Pull up to Neimans

Go and buy it out like I need it

Then go hop up in that whip

Pull it out, finna speed it

I don't really give no fucks, I make a hit and then delete it

I don't want that lil' shit, you can keep it

You can keep the lil' whip, we in a big body Summit

You at the top, we right behind you

And yo ass just finna plummet

Had to work, I had to grind

I had to get up and say fuck it

Big ass glocky in my pants

Make it blow just like a trumpet