Spy On You

[Intro] [Verse 1: Yak Ballz] 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 [Hook] I'm in the back just sippin my cup Not givin a fuck 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 Not givin a fuck Now look I see you got your eyes on me So you know I gotta spy on you, it's how I do [Verse 2: Yak Ballz] 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 [Hook] I'm in the back just sippin my cup Not givin a fuck 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 Not givin a fuck Now look I see you got your eyes on me So you know I gotta spy on you, it's how I do [Verse 3: Yak Ballz] 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 [Outro] Yeah, it's the flossy night life I see you, I see you ma Got my eye on you That's why I gotta spy on you It's Yak Ballz Yeah, Yeah