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letra de up to something/ drown - jerome marquise

[intro: young thug]

ayy
metro boomin want some more, n-gga!

[chorus: young thug]
drank, take a lil’ sip of that act (blow it)
flood all my b-tches 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’ b-tch 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)
b-tch, all of my whoadies hit that
p-ssy n-gga, they some rats (what?)
he swung on my pockets, they fat, no catch
but all my b-tches they brats (brats)
pop a lil’ perky, relax (turn up, turn up)

[refrain: young thug & jerome marquise]
these n-ggas up to something (hmm)
hey, she need to f-ck or something (switch it up)
[verse: young thug]
i’ma wake up for somethin’
i fell in love with nothin’ (yeah)
b-tches, they do it for me
stuck on me, gluin’ somethin’ (yeah)
patrick swayze, swayze, swayze, save me
all my b-tches get it, never lazy (yeahhh…)
all my pockets full like they pregnant (ahh…)
y’all n-ggas still hatin’ (yeah… sheesh!)
dice in the middle
i’ma shoot it with precise in the building (yeah)
f-ck that b-tch because she likin’ my rhythm (ayy)
white on her head, i got lice and i’m 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)
h-ll yeah (yeah, yeah)

[bridge: young thug & travis scott]
hey, these n-ggas up to something (hmm)
hey, these n-ggas f-ck for numbers, ayy
[bridge: jerome marquise]
oooh, oooh
you just might be up to something
me and my n-ggas, we up to something
[verse: jerome marquise]
i’m with my dawg, ain’t no cat
all of my pockets they fat
i don’t do no talk or chat
yeah i’m with thugger & jack
diamond for her in the back
better not lack, no cap
all of these n-gga they rats
run up, a n-gga get splat
we shoot at the opp
we shoot at the top (yeah)
we shoot for the head
that n-gga he dead (switch it up)

[chorus: young thug]
drank take a lil’ sip of that act (blow it)
flood all my b-tches 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’ b-tch 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)
b-tch, all of my whoadies hit that
p-ssy n-gga, they some rats (what?)
he swung on my pockets, they fat, no catch
but all my b-tches they brats (brats)
pop a lil’ perky, relax
[refrain: young thug, travis scott & jerome marquise]
these n-ggas up to something (hmm… yell ah, ah, ayy
eah)
hey, she need to f-ck or something

[outro: future]
if young metro don’t trust you i’m gon’ shoot you

- jerome marquise

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