Jay Reed - A$AP Mob

[Verse 1: Twelvvy]
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
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 mom, we gon own this era
Clever with the password, don't even ask for it
Twelvy know to blast first,?
Even had a cash 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 Cam 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? at the brake light

[Verse 2: Da$h]
I'm only 19 but my mind is older
When this shit get for real my warm heart turn cold
? 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? 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 come 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 pitching pills, a couple niggas did the?
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 me and my team was showin
And I'm riding east side to the? studio for a motherfucking smoke break
Get your main ho to come through for a throat break
Doing niggas like?
Ace, nigga

[Hook]



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