Man, fuck
What's wrong, Kyle?
Man, these, kids, man, talkin' shit, makin' me feel bad
Man, fuck them kids, bro, look around, bro, look at life
Man, you're right
Man, you see, you see these fine bitches over here?
Yeah, woah
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 (yeah)
I notice, you think that you know shit (why you know?)
All this shade that's comin' at me, I wonder who throws it (throws it)
They can't see the vision, boy, they must be out of focus (out of focus)
That's a real hot album, homie, I wonder who wrote it, oh shit (woo)
Otay, pray them niggas go away (go away)
Always hella clowns around it look like Cirque Du Soleil (Soleil)
This is not the album either, these are just the throwaways
This shit still so cold when it drop, it's gon' be a mothafuckin' snow day
Ayy, boy, is good and he knows it, he don't say it, he shows it (yup, yup)
I'm just like DeRozan, if I shoot it, it goes in (yup, yup)
I'm in Cali just coastin', get 'em so wet they need coasters (yup, facts)
I got a selfie with Oprah, I just ain't ever post it (facts)
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 wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind

Oh 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, 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 ridin' 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 tellin' 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 them niggas is history
I 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 wife
Wait, that means forever, ever, hold up, never mind

Oh 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

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Joshua Portillo, Justin Howze, Kyle Harvey, Malik Keith, Miles Parks McCollum