Jay Reed

[1st Verse: Twelvyy] Many snakes in the grass, faith in my past December 21st coming straight for that ass, No gay slander, but I'm not a fan of bitch made niggas Just posing for the cameras We know who you really are internet superstar Mr. Orange leave your dog drowning in the reservoir You could never get the best of Us, Mac live yo neck Ajar yeah That is Hollywood repertoire pending niggas be acting, My niggas be wrapped in, money and traffic, Inglorious Bastards, Mel Tarantino, Twelvy F. Pachino 6 Inch blacks in my Tee by Marino Some more with a Cee-Lo Four, five, six pass me all that grip Fly young Fella, produce terror Words to my moms, we gon' own this era Clever with the password, don't even ask for it Twelvy know to blast First, even had a catch verse, like a bank nigga, blowing on some dank Getting higher than that plane, shorty tell me what you think, about a bachelor, slash trapper, slash rapper All that fly shit come after, no pastor, flow NASA With my brother nasty I hardly gotta let these niggas get past me [Hook] Cause there ain't no such things as halfway crooks, scared to death, he scared to look, he shook Catch a nigga on the late night, while he with his bitch like Kam at the brake Light Cause there ain't no such things as halfway crooks, scared to death, he scared to look, he shook Catch a nigga on the late night, why a nigga slipping like Heron at the brake Light [2nd Verse: Da$h] I'm only Nineteen, but my mind is older When this shit get for real, my warm heart turn cold Snuff hits the rapper not the chip off his shoulder Later I have his main bitch coming over She roll his weed, before she do the deed Studio with a Dar we, trying to turn a couple raps Into a couple hundred G's Living out my dreams, I feel like I ain't slept in fucking weeks Just to think this came from what I speak Got my stain in this game, from stacking bread and pimping whores Know I keep it low-key like a motherfucking midget door High school I was pimping pills, a couple niggas did the raw Sitting on a couple P's this rap shit was the other door Yeah nigga chose it, now I got these hoes open I fuck them, they tell they man their phone was broken And I'm blowing on that potent, whipping in the seven like It's stolen Lots of niggas tellin' me and my team was showin' And I'm ridin' East side to the spokes great, studio for a motherfucking smoke break Get your main ho to come through for a throat break Doing Niggas like Richy I'm out po, Ace nigga [Hook]