Up To Something

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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 F*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck it Big ass glocky in my pants Make it blow just like a trumpet