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 Mn… you see, you see these fine bitches over here? Yeah, whoa 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 hella clowns around it look like Cirque Du Soleil This is not the album either, these are just the throwaways Aye, boy is good and he knows it, he don’t say it, he shows it I am just like DeRozan, if I shoot it, it goes in I am 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 she 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 she don’t get too many likes
A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wifeOh, I, I spy with my little 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 twenty-one, 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’mma 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 tellin’ everyone I couldn’t be tamed Whoa, six months later I had snapped and now I’m in the game 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 them 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 she 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 she don’t get too many likes A curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wifeOh, I, I spy with my little 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….
