[Hook]

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 (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

Pussy 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 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

[Hook]

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 (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

Pussy 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, 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 (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 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