Lyrics Up To Something - S0K0

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