
I ain't been getting high Not even 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 I notice, you think that you know this All this shade that's comin' at me, I wonder who throws it They can't see the vision, boy they must be out of focus That's a real hot album homie, I wonder who wrote it, oh yeah Otay, pray them haters go away Always hella clowns around it look like Cirque Du Soleil This is not the album either, these are just the throwaways This is still so cold when it drop, it's gonna be a snow day Oh, 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 Mama told me (aye) not to sell work (mama) Seventeen five, same color T-shirt Mama told me not to sell work Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (yeah) Oh, I spy with my little eye Oh, I spy with my little eye I spy with my little eye Oh, I spy with my little eye Isn't she lovely Isn't she wonderful Isn't she precious Less - Isn't she lovely Isn't she wonderful Isn't she precious Less than one minute old