SPY lyrics

[Chorus: Yeat & Playboi Carti]
Yeah, I came with a blick, I just brought the fire (Bah)
I can't f*ck with none of these lames, they a f*ckin' lie (Posty; rah)
b*tch, you know this get insane, you could f*ckin' die (Yeah, yeah)
I just pulled up in a Bentley, it got frog eyes (SKY; yeah, woo, yeah)
I'm a fire guy, walked inside the building with some grease, I'm serving Five Guys (Woo)
You don't got no racks, don't got no bags, you can't even f*ck with us, ah (Woo)
You ain't got your swag, you ain't got no bags, you can't even f*ck with us, ah (Yeah, broke)
They some haters, they ain't f*ckin' with the mob, ah (No)
b*tch, you broke, that ain't with me, that's not my job (Nah)
All my money do a jump, it do a jog, ah (Lil' jog)
Make him pull up with the blick, yeah, we gon' stretch him (Bah-bah-bah)
All my pockets overloaded, it's overwhelming, ah (Ah)
How you know 'bout all this sh*t? Man, you a f*ckin' spy (Rah)
We got mob ties, baby got a felon (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
f*ckin' on your thot, she suckin' di*k, she bring the mail in (Go)

[Verse: Yeat & Playboi Carti]
b*tch, I get the head, I get her melon
Ridin' 'round the city like a demon, like a villain
b*tch, I take these Percocets all day, I ain't got no feeling
Ridin' in a double-R Tonka, baby, stars in the ceiling (Woo)
Ooh, yeah, hey (Hey; SK—, —K-K-KY), walkin' in the building, I'ma gon' pull it up (Woo)
We been up all day, I'm off Adderall (Okay)
I just pulled up in a Lamb', no, I'm not your friend (f*ck 'em)
f*ckin' on your thot, f*ckin' on your friend (Huh, yeah, f*ck 'em)
I can't f*ck with nobody, that's not my best friend (Not my friend)
I just bought a brand new chain, a brand new necklace, yeah
Ridin' in a Bentley, ridin' in a tank (Woo)
I can't f*ck with nobody, I'm sellin' stain (Stain)
I just took a Percocet, I took a crank, I'm insane
[Chorus]
Yeah, I came with a blick, I just brought the fire (Bah)
I can't f*ck with none of these lames, they a f*ckin' lie (Rah)
b*tch, you know this get insane, you could f*ckin' die (Yeah, yeah)
I just pulled up in a Bentley, it got frog eyes (Yeah, woo, yeah)
I'm a fire guy, walked inside the building with some grease, I'm serving Five Guys (Woo)
You don't got no racks, don't got no bags, you can't even f*ck with us, ah (Woo)
You ain't got your swag, you ain't got no bags, you can't even f*ck with us, ah (Yeah, broke)
They some haters, they ain't f*ckin' with the mob, ah (No)
b*tch, you broke, that ain't with me, that's not my job (Nah)
All my money do a jump, it do a jog, ah (Lil' jog)
Make him pull up with the blick, yeah, we gon' stretch him (Bah-bah-bah)
All my pockets overloaded, it's overwhelming (Ah)
How you know 'bout all this sh*t? Man, you a f*ckin' spy (Rah)
We got mob ties, baby got a felon (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
f*ckin' on your thot, she suckin' di*k, she bring the mail in (Go)

[Outro: Playboi Carti]
SKY