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
Compositores: Kyle Harvey (Kyle), Joshua Portillo (Ayo.), Miles Parks Mccollum (Lil Boat), Justin Howze (Brick), Malik Keith (Lege Kale) ECAD: Obra #16544417 Fonograma #13701235