iSpy (feat. Kyle)

Man fuck!

What's wrong Kyle?

Man, these kids man, talking shit, making me feel bad

Man fuck them kids bro

Look around bro, look at life

Man you're right

Hm, you see, you see these fine bitches over here?

Yeah, whoa

You see these trees man? You see this water?

I guess it is okay

Come on man, you got so much more to appreciate man

Man you know what? Y-you're right

You damn right I'm right, I can't remember a time I was goddamn wrong

Man thanks Lil Boat

Hey man, that's what I'm here for

I ain't been gettin' high, well maybe a little

Baby I don't wanna lie

I know when you text me girl

I don't always reply

Well you're not an angel either, you can't even fly

I notice, you think that you know shit

All this shade that's coming at me

I wonder who throws it

They can't see the vision

Boy they must be out of focus

That's a real hot album homie

I wonder who wrote it, oh shit

Otay, pray them niggas go away

Always tell the clowns around it

Look like Cirque Du Soleil

This is not the album either

These are just the throwaways

This shit still so cold when it drop

It's gonna be a motherfuckin' snow day

Ayy, boy is good and he knows it

He don't say it, he shows it

I am just like the DeRozen

If I shoot it, it goes in

I'm in Cali just coastin'

Get 'em so wet they need coasters

I got a selfie with Oprah

I just ain't never post it

And I'm in my happy place posted

I ain't frown since '06

I ain't cried since '01

My pad like Six Flags

And your house is no fun

You can come back to mine though

Your friend ain't cute but it's fine though

We gon' end on a high note

I spy with my little eye

A girlie I can get

'Cause don't get too many likes

A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife

Wait, that means forever

Ever, hold up, never mind

Oh I, I spy with my little eye

A girlie I can get

'Cause don't get too many likes

A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife

Wait, that means forever

Ever, hold up, never mind

Oh I, I spy with my eye

I spy, I spy with my little eye

Oh I, I spy with my little eye

I spy, I spy with my little eye

Oh I

She said she 21, I might have to I.D. that

All my bitches come in pairs

Like balls in my nutsack

I remember riding around the city

In a Hatchback

Lookin' for a problem

With my young goblins

I'ma send a model home

With her neck throbbin'

I done made so much money

That it's non-stoppin'

Got my brothers on my back

Like the last name

I remember telling' everyone

I couldn't be tamed

Woah, six months later

I had snapped and now I'm in the game

Went from fake chains

To diamonds in another lane

Went from: Can you take me here?

To screening out the lane

Went from: Damn this nigga lame

To remember my name

So I remember all the people

Who ain't fucked with me

They went to college

Now all the niggas is history

Upgraded from gold to diamonds in my teeth

Riding deep in the van

Like we lookin' for a mystery (Raggy!)

So don't fuck with me, no

Lately I been livin' like luxury

Boat and Kyle stick together like piano keys

And on my mother's mother

I won't fuck a bitch without a damn rubber

I spy with my little eye

A girlie I can get

'Cause don't get too many likes

A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife

Wait, that means forever

Ever, hold up, never mind

Oh I, I spy with my little eye

A girlie I can get

'Cause don't get too many likes

A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wife

Wait, that means forever

Ever, hold up, never mind

Oh I, I spy with my eye

I spy, I spy with my little eye

Oh I, I spy with my little eye

I spy, I spy with my little eye

Oh I