Tripsixx - Team Rocket lyrics

[Hook] I pour up a little more than i should (yea yea, kay) I give less f**s, give less f**s 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 sh** look (ay) We be up to no good (x3) 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 p**y and the weed thats my antidote We be up to no We be up to no good [Verse 1] 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 f** with n***as 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 n***a tryna get it Like im up to no good [Hook] I pour up a little more than i should (yea yea, kay) I give less f**s, give less f**s 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 sh** look (ay) We be up to no good (x3) 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 p**y and the weed thats my antidote We be up to no We be up to no good [Verse 2] 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, sh** 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 (x3) (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 b**h hot, i got it so hot They can't handle the climate Got the rap sh** in bondage And I did it all high, barely conscious That's why these n***as yeah They miss me with the nonsense yeah