- Metro Boomin Up To Something 歌詞
- Metro Boomin
- Ayy
Drank, takin a sip of that Act (Blow it)
Flood all my bitches in that (That way)
Im 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 somethin (Hmm, ayy)
She need to suck or somethin (She need to **** or somethin)
Ima wake up for somethin
I fell in love with nothin (Yeah)
Bitches, they do it for me
Stuck on me, gluin somethin (Yeah)
Patrick Swazey, Swazey, Swazey, save me
All my bitches get it, never lazy
All my pockets full like they pregnant
Yall niggas still hatin
Dice in the middle
Ima shoot it with precise in the building
**** that bitch because she likin my riddles (Ayy)
White on her head, I got lice and Im buildin (Ayy)
Lil mama ready, she Tyson, go get her (Whoa)
I cant complain, I got ice in my bezel (Ayy)
Im not racist, I got white in my Bentley (Hey)
Caught a rabbit, it was ice all up in it (Ayy)
Hell yeah (Yeah yeah)
Callme mister mister Porsche (Yeah)
Pockets swole with no abortion (Yeah)
I sleep soft, Im never snorin (Yeah)
Talk to bitches when Im borin (Yeah)
Your money little like a Yorkie
I open your head up with a forty (Bap)
I think Im gettin back to the old me
Yeah, Im gettin back to the old me
These niggas up to somethin (Hmm , ayy)
These niggas ****ed it up, shh (Ayy)
Drank, takin a sip of that Act (Blow it)
Flood all my bitches in that (That way)
Im 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 somethin (Hmm, Hell yeah, ayy)
She need to suck or somethin
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