Ispy Song Lyrics
Man, fuckWhat’s wrong Kyle?Man, these kids, man, talkin’ shit, makin’ me feel badMan, fuck them kids, bro! Look around, bro, look at lifeMan, you’re rightMmm, you see? You see these fine bitches over here?Yeah, woah…You see these trees man? You see this water?I guess it is okayCome on, man, you got so much more to appreciate, manMan you know what, y-you’re right…You damn right I’m right, I can’t remember a time I was god-damn wrongMan, thanks, Lil’ BoatHey man, that’s what I’m here for
I ain’t been gettin’ high…Well maybe a little, baby I don’t wanna lieI know when you text me girl, I don’t always replyWell you’re not an angel either, you can’t even flyI notice, you think that you know shitAll this shade that’s comin’ at me, I wonder who throws itThey can’t see the vision, boy they must be out of focusThat’s a real hot album homie, I wonder who wrote it, oh shitOtay, pray them niggas go awayAlways hella clowns around it look like Cirque Du SoleilThis is not the album either, these are just the throwawaysThis shit still so cold when it drop, it’s gonna be a mothafuckin’ snow dayAyy, boy is good and he knows it, he don’t say it, he shows itI’m just like DeRozan, if I shoot it, it goes inI am in Cali just coastin’, get ’em so wet they need coastersI got a selfie with Oprah, I just ain’t never post itAnd I’m in my happy place posted, I ain’t frown since ’06I ain’t cried since ’01, my pad like Six Flags and your house is no funYou can come back to mine though, your friend ain’t cute but it’s fine thoughWe gon’ end on a high note
I spy with my little eyeA girlie I can get ’cause she don’t get too many likesA curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wifeWait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mindOh, I spy with my little eyeA girlie I can get ’cause she don’t get too many likesA curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wifeWait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind
Oh I, I spy with my little eyeI spy, I spy with my little eyeOh I, I spy with my little eyeI spy, I spy with my little eyeOh I…
She said she 21, I might have to I.D. thatAll my bitches come in pairs like balls in my nutsackI remember ridin’ around the city in a HatchbackLookin’ for a problem with my young goblinsI’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 nameI remember tellin’ everyone I couldn’t be tamedWoah, six months later I had snapped and now I’m in the gameWent from fake chains to diamonds in another laneWent from “Can you take me here?” to skrrting out the laneWent from “Damn this nigga lame” to remember my nameSo I remember all the people who ain’t fucked with meThey went to college, now all them niggas is historyUpgraded from gold to diamonds in my teethRiding deep in the van, like we lookin’ for a mystery (Raggy!)So don’t fuck with meNo, lately I been livin’ like luxuryBoat and Kyle stick together like piano keysAnd on my mother’s mother I won’t fuck a bitch without a damn rubber
I spy with my little eyeA girlie I can get ’cause she don’t get too many likesA curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wifeWait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mindOh, I… I spy with my little eyeA girlie I can get ’cause she don’t get too many likesA curly-headed cutie I can turn into my wifeWait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind
Oh I, I spy with my little eyeI spy, I spy with my little eyeOh I, I spy with my little eyeI spy, I spy with my little eyeOh I…