Spy On You Songtext / Lyric

Yo, let's wild out singin violent songs

Singin weather music like all night long

Take a shot to the chest like from a 9 or a 44

Bar to the brain too much lime in my SoCo

But I ain't really tryna stop, so I gun it

With my pinky up in the air and a hand full hundreds

And as far as the primadonnas I'm wanted

Like I got a Jacob on my wrist

like I got a cop on it, word!

Swerve so some rocks on the curb

On this fox got me hypnotized all for it

But I ain't really tryna stop, so I gun it

Eyes pigmented cuz the tops hot, for sure blunted

Well we ain't up in the tub but I'mma splash

Full of strength like

Slash

but the cash flow numbed up

Licking your fingers you tryna bag coke

Like, bratttt we run up in the spot like commando

Pimped out, he's still pullin the pin in the grenade to blow

It's six shades lookin shady though

I'm in the place lookin blazed in a haze of smoke

And they amazed when they gaze at the way we roll

I'm in the back just sippin my cup

Now look I see you got your eyes on me

So you know I gotta spy on you, it's how I do

I'm in the back just sippin my cup

Now look I see you got your eyes on me

So you know I gotta spy on you, it's how I do

Feelin adrenaline rush it's all medicine

Meddlin icy white we love this life

We gettin numb in the gums tonight, right?

Tweezy off coke and rum tonight, right?

Flyers everywhere the vengance

Whether Vev or walkin the plank of the grand entrance

Tell her whatever the case

And then baby girl want some yak and it better the race

You nasty, nah you flashy

Smash he trashy, bitch I'm Yak B get on the dick

And tell your friends we could all get rich

Gettin sauced and shit and we could floss them whips

Call it the monsters ball you could be Halle Barry

Exchange for the vodka and cranberry

Couple key bumps of the white

Keep you up for the rest of the night, yeah

I'm in the back just sippin my cup

Now look I see you got your eyes on me

So you know I gotta spy on you, it's how I do

I'm in the back just sippin my cup

Now look I see you got your eyes on me

So you know I gotta spy on you, it's how I do

Move through the crowd like I'm hydroplanin

God or Satan, sittin on each one of my shoulders got me debatin

Whether I should put more drugs in me

Thinkin bout shorty moanin while she fuckin me

Maybe if the thug in me make me wanna spy on you

Lookin flawless like the Porsche I got my eye on you

This is the crystal chronicles, no pistol on the domino

My missile on your mouth, I'm bombin you, you real peep it

My ways conceal demons awake but still sleepin at nights

And nothin but a varial maybe a demon

Schemin in the cut til the sun comes up

Until we under covers mamis showin love to us

Yeah, it's the flossy night life

I see you, I see you ma

That's why I gotta spy on you