Текст песни Team Rocket - Tripsixx

I pour up a little more than i should (yea yea, kay)
I give less fucks, give less fucks than I could (yeah, okay)
If I could slow up, I'd slow up I would (yea yea, eh)
I just do me, care less how that shit look (ay)
We be up to no good See me round your ends yeah
See me round your hood (ay)
We be up to no good
Shawty finna come up out them leggings though
Shawty finna come up out them panties though
Pussy and the weed thats my antidote
We be up to no
We be up to no good

Girl I know you want me, its obvious
But you so caught up with what your friends say about me and all of they comments
And I can't be bothered
Tell you that I'm trouble and I'm up to no good
And they probably right about all the above
But nobody do you like me (okay)
That's why i'm heavy on your mind before you sleep
Say you, don't usually fuck with niggas like me
But you see something they dont
Know you want to believe
But Im too gone too far out of reach now
I know how It look, I know how it seems
And Id spend more time if I could
Yeah I know I probably should
Yeah im caught up in the city lights
Yeah that night life got a nigga tryna get it
Like im up to no good

I pour up a little more than i should (yea yea, kay)
I give less fucks, give less fucks than I could (yeah, okay)
If I could slow up, I'd slow up I would (yea yea, eh)
I just do me, care less how that shit look (ay)
We be up to no good See me round your ends yeah
See me round your hood (ay)
We be up to no good
Shawty finna come up out them leggings though
Shawty finna come up out them panties though
Pussy and the weed thats my antidote
We be up to no
We be up to no good

Okay that money stay blowing up my line (yeah)
Send chills down my spine
When I count it up, I can't get enough
Up to no good, Shit give me a rush (ayyy)
She just want all of my time
I tell her She need never mind (yeah, okay)
I been on my grind (kay)
(Yeah) Team rocket (yeah)
We finna blast off again watch me spark it (ay, kay)
Okay I hotbox the whole damn apartment (ayy)
Backwood blunt ash on my expensive garments
They sit back idle and we just iconic
I need that prophet, that Elijah Muhammad (ayy, okay)
I got this bitch hot, i got it so hot
They can't handle the climate
Got the rap shit in bondage
And I did it all high, barely conscious
That's why these niggas yeah
They miss me with the nonsense yeah