Da$h - Jay Reed lyrics

[Verse 1: ASAP Twelvvy] Many snakes in the gra**, faith in my past December 21st coming straight for that a** No gay slander, but I'm not a fan of b**h made n***as 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 n***as be acting, my n***as be rappin' Money and traffic, inglorious ba*tards Mel Tarantino, Twelvy F Pachino 6 inch blacks in my Tee by Marino who*e for the C-Notes Some more with a Cee-Lo Four, five, six pa** me all that grip Fly young fella, pro-tools terror Words to my mom, we gon' own this era Clever with the pa**word, don't even ask for it Twelvy know to blast first, even had a cash verse Like a bank n***a, blowing on some dank Getting higher than that plane shorty tell me what you think 'bout a bachelor slash trapper slash rapper All that fly sh** come after, no pastor Flow NASA, with my brother Nasty I highly doubt I'll let these n***as get past me [Hook] Cause there ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to d**h, he scared to look, he shook Catch a n***a on the late night While he with his b**h like Cam at the brake light Cause there ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to d**h, he scared to look, he shook Catch a n***a on the late night Why a n***a slipping like Harold at the brake light [Verse 2: Da$h] I'm only 19 but my mind is older When this sh** get for real my warm heart turn cold Snuff a hipster rapper, knock the f**ing chip off his shoulder Later I have his main b**h coming over, she roll his weed 'fore she do the deed, studio with a jar of weed Tryna turn a couple raps into a couple hundred Gs Living out my dreams, I feel like I ain't slept in f**ing weeks Just to think this come from what I speak Got my stain in this game, from stacking bread and pimping who*es Know I keep it low-key like a motherf**ing midget door High school I was pitching pills, a couple n***as did the raw Sitting on a couple P's this rap sh** was the other door Yeah n***a chose it, now I got these hoes open I f** 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 n***as tellin´ me and my team was showin And I'm riding east side till the spokes break Leave the studio for a motherf**ing smoke break Get your main ho to come through for a throat break Doin n***as like Richie I'm Alpo, you don't know AZ, n***a [Hook]