I Spy - Remix
Rah, it's BKay
You know
I spy with my little eye (Yes)
Something beginning with F (What?)
Fuckboys doing up net (Fuckboys)
Talking real
We're the last ones left (The last)
Suck your mudda (Hah)
I said it with chest (You know)
I spy with my little eye (Yes)
Something beginning with F (What?)
Fuckboys doing up net (Fuckboys)
Talking real (Real)
We're the last ones left (The last)
Suck your mudda (Hah)
I said it with chest (You know)
Play dirty
We don't believe your raps
Keep thinking your Mr. Muscle
'Til you see the flash
You don't want bro turning up
Stolen car, burning clutch
I hid the mash in my aunties toilet
Panicking every time I heard it flush
Morrisson
They do it for the 'gram
But they don't do it for their family (That's right)
They bought Loubs for a thousand likes
And his son chose a beat-up like Anthony
There's a couple real rappers that's
Actually on it but most of the industries fake
The police nicked me then they nicked some of my mates
I feel cursed, it's like a took a picture with Drake (Mad!)
I'm white, rich and gangster
Talk about me, my name holds weight (That's right)
My weed's greener than the back of man's neck
(Yeah), after he takes off his fake gold chain
I'm so East London
I'm so West Ham but when it's beef man step out with arsenal
I'm the white money making Mitch but
My gun's light skin like Meghan Markle
Put your phone down and spill some juice (Hey, beat it)
You snooze and you lose cah when we come
'Round you know what we do (Brrr, boom, boom)
I could put up some articles from when
The surgeons treats on mans wounds (Clap)
All they wan' do it for the net and not
Avenge their friends, some fuckin' fools (Nerds)
Way before I slapped corn at man (Bow!)
I tested my shank work first (Woosh)
Swing that, dig it and turn it (Woosh)
Went so good like a man rehearsed (Yeah)
The only time I done it for the net (So)
was when a fuckboy ran with his cheff (Yeah)
And lord knows that I never had
Nuttin' and the bludclart still done legs
Other than that, I just shank and kweff
RV
I spy suttin' beginning with F (Frauds)
All of my opps are nerds (Come on)
Judge weren't laying no eggs, but he tried give me a bird
Been a bad boy from birth (Long time)
Man can't tell me 'bout works (How?)
I was on the opp block Sunday
Tryna catch man comin' from church (Real talk)
Right now I'm just stackin' my paper
(Racks) cah you know money come first
Plug don't come from Jamaica (Nah)
But the food still got jerked (Ha-ha)
In the penthouse suite with a bad bitch, starting to get on my nerves
Dressed in Italian fabric: please don't get makeup on my shirt
I spy with my little eye (Yes)
Something beginning with F (What?)
Fuckboys doing up net (Fuckboys)
Talking real, we're the last ones left (The last)
Suck your mudda (Hah)
I said it with chest (You know)
I spy with my little eye (Yes)
Something beginning with F (What?)
Fuckboys doing up net (Fuckboys)
Talking real (Real), we're the last ones left (The last)
Suck your mudda (Hah)
I said it with chest (You know)
If I come with Looney (Tunes), then you know man's angle (You know)
Buss mans head with a Hennessy bottle
(Facts), or he might Jack Daniel (Evil)
Had some of your favourite rappers baby mothers on scandals (Whore)
Chupa a tua madre, that's, "Suck your mum" in Español (Haha)
Yuh
They said they don't rate me, but I don't rate them either (Nah)
Louis pouch for the cleaver
The two litre can't catch the three wheeler
They didn't want it with JB and they didn't want it with Cuba (Shook)
I don't wanna 'ere no chat about, "Watch when I see ya" (Dick)
Man must think man can't get destination like Uber
Flap off the door, you know we've done movers (Shit)
Ask Fids if we can find location (Shit), pull up in Gucci (Shit)
Burn the blacks, keep the designer
Man had to dash away the CCTV and throw
Man a likkle fifty; that's a minor (What?)
I was in business class above China
Snap Capone
If I press on the TEC
Paralyse from the neck (Khalas)
Four nines 'n' a brick (Yuh)
F1, make it stretch (Whip, whip)
They can't war me (They can't war me)
End of story (End of stories)
Lifestyle gory
My shooter do it for me (Khalas)
If I spy, with my little eye (Okay)
That's shooters with ballys, someone garn' die
YG's on peds (Skrr, skrr), got skengs in rides
That's 10's and 9's (Yuh)
Get caught, gotta do that time
S
Fuck them cah they done the man dirty
Dumb jake boys had man in a dish (Stressed)
Rambo only cost thirty, up early cah I'm tryna get rich
Cut tru, should I fuck a nigga's bitch? (Oh, yeah)
Fuck you cah your niggas ain't shit (Oh, yeah)
Said leave me alone, she thirsty
Swear it hurts me cah the bitch won't quit
Hit-hit-hit-pissed, saw a feds, told bro I gotta dip
And we chasin' the money so much
That I swear I've had to firm this stitch
I phone bro for the ten-ten bud (Ten-ten)
Cah I know that his ten-ten stinks (Loud)
I might slip this dick in her lung
If she won't finish it off with a mint
(Ha-ha)
I spy with my little eye (Yes)
Something beginning with F (What?)
Fuckboys doing up net (Fuckboys)
Talking real, we're the last ones left (The last)
Suck your mudda
I said it with chest (You know)
I spy with my little eye (Yes)
Something beginning with F (What?)
Fuckboys doing up net (Fuckboys)
Talking real, we're the last ones left (The last)
Suck your mudda (Hah)
I said it with chest (You know)
You know
I spy with my little eye (Yes)
Something beginning with F (What?)
Fuckboys doing up net (Fuckboys)
Talking real
We're the last ones left (The last)
Suck your mudda (Hah)
I said it with chest (You know)
I spy with my little eye (Yes)
Something beginning with F (What?)
Fuckboys doing up net (Fuckboys)
Talking real (Real)
We're the last ones left (The last)
Suck your mudda (Hah)
I said it with chest (You know)
Play dirty
We don't believe your raps
Keep thinking your Mr. Muscle
'Til you see the flash
You don't want bro turning up
Stolen car, burning clutch
I hid the mash in my aunties toilet
Panicking every time I heard it flush
Morrisson
They do it for the 'gram
But they don't do it for their family (That's right)
They bought Loubs for a thousand likes
And his son chose a beat-up like Anthony
There's a couple real rappers that's
Actually on it but most of the industries fake
The police nicked me then they nicked some of my mates
I feel cursed, it's like a took a picture with Drake (Mad!)
I'm white, rich and gangster
Talk about me, my name holds weight (That's right)
My weed's greener than the back of man's neck
(Yeah), after he takes off his fake gold chain
I'm so East London
I'm so West Ham but when it's beef man step out with arsenal
I'm the white money making Mitch but
My gun's light skin like Meghan Markle
Put your phone down and spill some juice (Hey, beat it)
You snooze and you lose cah when we come
'Round you know what we do (Brrr, boom, boom)
I could put up some articles from when
The surgeons treats on mans wounds (Clap)
All they wan' do it for the net and not
Avenge their friends, some fuckin' fools (Nerds)
Way before I slapped corn at man (Bow!)
I tested my shank work first (Woosh)
Swing that, dig it and turn it (Woosh)
Went so good like a man rehearsed (Yeah)
The only time I done it for the net (So)
was when a fuckboy ran with his cheff (Yeah)
And lord knows that I never had
Nuttin' and the bludclart still done legs
Other than that, I just shank and kweff
RV
I spy suttin' beginning with F (Frauds)
All of my opps are nerds (Come on)
Judge weren't laying no eggs, but he tried give me a bird
Been a bad boy from birth (Long time)
Man can't tell me 'bout works (How?)
I was on the opp block Sunday
Tryna catch man comin' from church (Real talk)
Right now I'm just stackin' my paper
(Racks) cah you know money come first
Plug don't come from Jamaica (Nah)
But the food still got jerked (Ha-ha)
In the penthouse suite with a bad bitch, starting to get on my nerves
Dressed in Italian fabric: please don't get makeup on my shirt
I spy with my little eye (Yes)
Something beginning with F (What?)
Fuckboys doing up net (Fuckboys)
Talking real, we're the last ones left (The last)
Suck your mudda (Hah)
I said it with chest (You know)
I spy with my little eye (Yes)
Something beginning with F (What?)
Fuckboys doing up net (Fuckboys)
Talking real (Real), we're the last ones left (The last)
Suck your mudda (Hah)
I said it with chest (You know)
If I come with Looney (Tunes), then you know man's angle (You know)
Buss mans head with a Hennessy bottle
(Facts), or he might Jack Daniel (Evil)
Had some of your favourite rappers baby mothers on scandals (Whore)
Chupa a tua madre, that's, "Suck your mum" in Español (Haha)
Yuh
They said they don't rate me, but I don't rate them either (Nah)
Louis pouch for the cleaver
The two litre can't catch the three wheeler
They didn't want it with JB and they didn't want it with Cuba (Shook)
I don't wanna 'ere no chat about, "Watch when I see ya" (Dick)
Man must think man can't get destination like Uber
Flap off the door, you know we've done movers (Shit)
Ask Fids if we can find location (Shit), pull up in Gucci (Shit)
Burn the blacks, keep the designer
Man had to dash away the CCTV and throw
Man a likkle fifty; that's a minor (What?)
I was in business class above China
Snap Capone
If I press on the TEC
Paralyse from the neck (Khalas)
Four nines 'n' a brick (Yuh)
F1, make it stretch (Whip, whip)
They can't war me (They can't war me)
End of story (End of stories)
Lifestyle gory
My shooter do it for me (Khalas)
If I spy, with my little eye (Okay)
That's shooters with ballys, someone garn' die
YG's on peds (Skrr, skrr), got skengs in rides
That's 10's and 9's (Yuh)
Get caught, gotta do that time
S
Fuck them cah they done the man dirty
Dumb jake boys had man in a dish (Stressed)
Rambo only cost thirty, up early cah I'm tryna get rich
Cut tru, should I fuck a nigga's bitch? (Oh, yeah)
Fuck you cah your niggas ain't shit (Oh, yeah)
Said leave me alone, she thirsty
Swear it hurts me cah the bitch won't quit
Hit-hit-hit-pissed, saw a feds, told bro I gotta dip
And we chasin' the money so much
That I swear I've had to firm this stitch
I phone bro for the ten-ten bud (Ten-ten)
Cah I know that his ten-ten stinks (Loud)
I might slip this dick in her lung
If she won't finish it off with a mint
(Ha-ha)
I spy with my little eye (Yes)
Something beginning with F (What?)
Fuckboys doing up net (Fuckboys)
Talking real, we're the last ones left (The last)
Suck your mudda
I said it with chest (You know)
I spy with my little eye (Yes)
Something beginning with F (What?)
Fuckboys doing up net (Fuckboys)
Talking real, we're the last ones left (The last)
Suck your mudda (Hah)
I said it with chest (You know)
Credits
Writer(s): Casyo Valentine Johnson, Karl Dominic Wilson, Laidi Saliasi, Irving Ampofo Adjei, Devonte Perkins, Bryan Tshibangu Kabengele
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