TOURIST

[Intro]
This that Big Spook shit
That real shit, you already know
Spook, spook, spook, spook
Yeah (Spook), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Niggas is tourists, energy foreign (Yeah)
Wasting they stylist (Yeah), niggas is corny (Yeah)
Work on your craft (Damn), niggas is corny (Damn)
Work on your Kraft (Damn), baked macaroni (Damn)
Is this they guy?
Damn, I feel bad for that side
Damn... 'cause I got love for that side
Spooky, goofy (Spooky, goofy)
That nigga just saying words 'cause they rhyme
This that real Spook shit, you ain’t know, now you know (Spook, spook)
Don't confuse us, that boy there a clone (Yeah, yeah)
Don't think much of him, his shit off the dome
Them chains look like they from 2004
Spooky, spooky, spooky, spooky, spooky, spooky, spooky
Why nobody told you? (Spooky, spooky, spooky)
The audience scream out in any other movie! (Spooky, spooky, spooky)
Mans could've kept that or made it a loosie (Spook)
I hear that shit, I don't think bout no Spooky
The only thing goofy bout that is you, Goofy
Throw up the gang 'til these niggas puking
I got a question
How many times you get left back before you not freshman no more? (How many?)
How many times you gon' drop that same album for all them folks? (How many?)
How many times I gotta run it back just to find me a quote? (Shit)
Yeah, yeah, it ain't hard to see why she ain't playing your shit (Yeah)
Playing your shit (Yeah)
She playing my shit (Yeah), play my old shit (Yeah)
Let's be honest (Yeah), now why would she choose you over J. Cole shit? (Yeah)
Frank Ocean, bar for bar shit (Yeah), flow for flow shit
Big Soulja, you ain't low wit' it, niggas noticed
Gave you warning, this a notice

[Outro]
This spooky, spooky (Yeah, yeah, spook, spook, spook)
Spooky, spooky, spooky, spooky, spooky (Spook, yeah)
Spook, spook (Yeah)
Yeah, spooky, spooky, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh