Yak Ballz - Spy On You | Текст песни

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[Verse 1: ExplainYak 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

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